Lithos Maitreya
Character Witness
- Location
- United States
Please feel free to do anything with the setting you like! I might one day come back to it, but I'll never be annoyed or offended by other people riffing on the theme too.
Foreguard (Destiny Round Robin)
- Thread starter Lithos Maitreya
- Start date
- Sci-Fi
That's Not a Moon!
Garm352
Bearer of the Stars of Creation
- Location
- The Void Between Stars
- Pronouns
- He/Him
That's not a Moon!
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Lemur-3 double checked the navigation data being fed to his Arcadia-class jumpship, Walk Tall, by the MIDA Multi-Tool he'd rigged up in place of the Nav-computer.
"Three more systems and we'll be back in charted territory! Oh I can't wait to get back to the First City, these material samples are going to make Distributor and Carl and Alexa and Cortana and Jerry suuuuper jealous! I can just hear the frustration that we found that place by complete accident due to equipment failure!" His Ghost, Rosa, was dancing about in the cockpit, spinning the segments of the clockwork shell he'd machined for her a year back like little wheels. Her soft, sweet voice drew a small grin on his blue metal face even as he focused on setting up a more details scan of the star system.
"I bet you're looking forwards to seeing their Guardians too. Don't deny it, Fireteam Raven's Wing was your idea buster!" Rosa butted gentle against Lemur-3's chin. The gentle whirring of the gears of the Ghost's shell filled the cockpit as silence fell for a moment when the scan results came back. But only for a moment. "A HIVE WAR MOON?!"
Rosa began again to flit about the cockpit, frantic with worry about how to handle such a bad turn of luck.
The Guardian regarded the scan data silently, pulling up a record comparison of a War Moon in full swing that had been pulled from the Vex Network some time ago, immediately noticing the most important difference. He tapped Rosa's shell as the panicking Ghost circled his head.
"Oh…there's no power. It's just floating there dead in orbit of the local star. Phew. Okay, crisis averted! We're all good! Thanks sweetie!" Rosa brushed against Lemur-3's cheek briefly before swooping back around to the display showing the scan results. "But we'll have to report this. Even if the thing is broken right now doesn't mean the Hive on it won't get it running again, and they could start picking off Foreguard members. Let's get one system closer to home and see if the ansible can connect us to anyone, um, friendlier than these guys."
With a grunt, the Exo reoriented the jumpship after taking a long look at the stars around them and at the charts, and in an instant the ship was gone.
Moments later seven tomb ships converged on the place they'd been, weapons opening fire and sending their payloads off into the void.
Lithos Maitreya
Character Witness
- Location
- United States
It lives! All of my Destiny writer brain has been occupied with Empyrean, so I'm very happy to see someone else contributing here!
Garm352
Bearer of the Stars of Creation
- Location
- The Void Between Stars
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Honestly came here because of Empyrean - a couple of fics I've read recently have managed to get my muse to stop focusing on optimizing my DnD characters and focus on more creative pursuits, so I thought I'd toss this in.
Lemur-3 is based on my first Guardian, an Exo Hunter I've been playing since Day One of Destiny. The Ghost I decided to have some fun with - I picked the name at random while writing the snip in fact. I'm working out what guns of mine he uses, since a lot of my biggest favorites are a little too iconic and I didn't want to just claim them. I have some ideas for Exotics of his own design too.
Planning him to be an old soul - not quite a Warlord, but during the construction of The Wall maybe. I figured I'd provide a hostile location while I was at it for anyone who wants to add a little fight scenery to this without having to come up with a backdrop for it.
Lemur-3 is based on my first Guardian, an Exo Hunter I've been playing since Day One of Destiny. The Ghost I decided to have some fun with - I picked the name at random while writing the snip in fact. I'm working out what guns of mine he uses, since a lot of my biggest favorites are a little too iconic and I didn't want to just claim them. I have some ideas for Exotics of his own design too.
Planning him to be an old soul - not quite a Warlord, but during the construction of The Wall maybe. I figured I'd provide a hostile location while I was at it for anyone who wants to add a little fight scenery to this without having to come up with a backdrop for it.
Past is Prologue
Garm352
Bearer of the Stars of Creation
- Location
- The Void Between Stars
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Past is Prologue
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Epilogue wasn't too different from Dead Man's Tale, at a glance.
Lever action rifle, iron sights, wooden stock. But it was only at a glance. Look longer than a second and it became clear Lemur-3's weapon of choice when ranging unknown territory was not remotely the same.
It used brass plating on the outside of the steel barrel. The brass came from bullet casings found buried in the dirt all around Lemur-3. The steel for the gun came from a broken lever action rifle that had been clenched in his remaining hand as he laid there dead. Every mechanical component was soaked in Light and Darkness. The wood was from the tree that grew over and through Lemur-3's lifeless body before Rosa found him in the middle of North America.
It was tuned to him on a level no other gun could be, made of materials anointed by his first death and eventual rebirth.
He had spent years holding onto the materials, preserving them, preparing himself, learning to craft his own guns. He had to do it right. Had to resurrect the gun that had seen him through to his first last breath.
He had to write the Epilogue to the story of Lemur-2. Because from what little he and Rosa had found painted the picture of a man who stood his ground trying to protect an underground shelter that had been torn open not fifty feet away.
He wasn't that man anymore. That man had died. But he had nothing to bury, so he'd carry a grave marker with him instead. To honor the hero who died, and in so doing unknowingly ensured Lemur-3 would live.
And so with each bullet fired from Epilogue he wrote the sequel to that story. Each flash of Arc energy, each bolt of Solar fury, each hungry Void. And, in time, each frigid chunk of Stasis ice and each needle of Strand.
Because the Epilogue was his story. Lemur-3's. So of course the gun shot whatever energy he was putting out into the world. It was a manifestation of an oath he swore the day he Rose. Always to wield this gun only in defense of the innocent.
He never fired first. But he made damn well sure that he always fired last.
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A/N: Bit short, but I couldn't help myself, I had a cool idea and went with it. I love DMT, so I figured I'd make a different gun, similar but different, for Lemur. It's a scout rifle that doesn't have the hip fire boost, but it does have the perks that all change effects based on your subclass and it also fires projectiles infused with that energy. Maybe not optimized, I don't know those perks all off the top of my head, and I don't think there's many - but thematically it fit with how I play my Hunter in the game. I use whatever is best for the job.
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Lithos Maitreya
Character Witness
- Location
- United States
Only I have this forbidden power.
Garm352
Bearer of the Stars of Creation
- Location
- The Void Between Stars
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I've definitely got a Titan and a Warlock rattling around my brain somewhere too, gonna take a bit to coax them out though - and Exo Titan from around the time of the Taken King, which is when I bothered making another character cause I wanted to do that campaign again, and an Awoken Warlock from the Red War, cause I figured I might as well finally play a Warlock and complete the set.
Edit: It took me a bit…okay a lot of thought but I'm going to go a bit goofier with my Titan and Warlock.
Nature Documentary Memes are going to be the Titan's favorite form of humor, and will be indulged in whenever possible, but also likes to experiment with all sorts of weaponry.
The Warlock meanwhile is an absolute eccentric trying out anything he can think of.
Edit: It took me a bit…okay a lot of thought but I'm going to go a bit goofier with my Titan and Warlock.
Nature Documentary Memes are going to be the Titan's favorite form of humor, and will be indulged in whenever possible, but also likes to experiment with all sorts of weaponry.
The Warlock meanwhile is an absolute eccentric trying out anything he can think of.
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Sax for Shaxx
Garm352
Bearer of the Stars of Creation
- Location
- The Void Between Stars
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Sax for Shaxx
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Even with the Witness gone, the Crucible continued to operate. Guardians needed to be kept sharp, New Lights needed a place to train, and it was a way to keep idle hands busy.
Case in point.
Sythov, an Awoken Warlock of some repute - a young buck who was found and resurrected by his Ghost moments prior to the Traveler being caged by the Red Legion. Had the Light for all of five seconds before losing it in the middle of his Ghost, Steve, explaining he'd been dead.
The man did not take that well.
He was among the Guardians finding ways to fight back against the Cabal, and he had been…inventive in expressing his displeasure. Traps and bizarre mechanisms of all sorts in a one man guerrilla war against the Red Legion detachment in his area of the European Dead Zone until he stumbled into a group survivors from the City and joined up with the resistance efforts proper.
The man began to study how the enemies of the Last City fought and killed and tried to replicate their methods with City methods and technology, both to arm allies with new tools and to find ways to counter the tools of the City's enemies.
But sometimes his ideas were a bit…eccentric.
A number of Guardians watched as, in the middle of an Elimination Match, Sythov ducked behind a corner - last man standing on his team, all three Titans on the opposing team closing in on his position ready to let their Light roar.
Then he slid out from behind the corner on his knees, a saxophone held up to his now exposed mouth, glowing with the light of Arc energy…and launched into a devastating solo. Each note fired off a blast of Arc energy like a mortar launcher, raining down on the opposing team as they opened fire with their rocket launchers and grenade launcher.
All four died, but Sythov died last. And as far as he was concerned it was a successful weapon test.
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Couldn't sleep, this was haunting my brain. Now I sleep.
Edit: Wanted to note that this is the guy whose Ghost is named Carl.
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A Young Philosophy
Now that the war has ended there is a new movement emerging.
The new lights that have been awakened wonder what their purpose is now?? Those that had awakened before the wars end had goals, people and institutions that needed warriors and guardians. A purpose fraught with danger and uncertain rewards but a purpose that was clear and one that burned in their heart pushing them to achieve great things.
But the new lights have no war, they have no glorious purpose which can act as their lodestar, a goal and cause.
Sure they have the options of being explorers and the vanguards to the stars, indeed most take this and adopt this cause.
But not all, some light bearers have begun to pave a new path for themselves, that of a civilian, a lightbearer dedicated to a craft or knowldge who shun weapons as a tool of the past. They have taken onto themselves the task of rebuilding civilisation and build a new world for themselves.
The new path, that of the Sage, is a fledgling thing but they have already begun to pioneer new techniques.
The first is the technique of infusing light into to their tools of the trade. Based on the natural ability of light bearers ability to infuse light into their weapons, this ability to allows Sages to use tools to a supernatural proficiency. It makes them better at using glimmer to make items, to decoding engrams and to designing new ships. It is called the Tools of the Trade.
The other ability the Sages have figured out is the Scholar's Intuition. It is based on the ability of the light to guide guardians using a pseudo-precog. They infuse light into themselves and it helps them discover knowldge and imrpove skills. They intuitively have better guesses and theories and learn faster by borrow knowldge from themselves from the future.
It is a young philosophy but we have yet to see what these sages will achieve.
The new lights that have been awakened wonder what their purpose is now?? Those that had awakened before the wars end had goals, people and institutions that needed warriors and guardians. A purpose fraught with danger and uncertain rewards but a purpose that was clear and one that burned in their heart pushing them to achieve great things.
But the new lights have no war, they have no glorious purpose which can act as their lodestar, a goal and cause.
Sure they have the options of being explorers and the vanguards to the stars, indeed most take this and adopt this cause.
But not all, some light bearers have begun to pave a new path for themselves, that of a civilian, a lightbearer dedicated to a craft or knowldge who shun weapons as a tool of the past. They have taken onto themselves the task of rebuilding civilisation and build a new world for themselves.
The new path, that of the Sage, is a fledgling thing but they have already begun to pioneer new techniques.
The first is the technique of infusing light into to their tools of the trade. Based on the natural ability of light bearers ability to infuse light into their weapons, this ability to allows Sages to use tools to a supernatural proficiency. It makes them better at using glimmer to make items, to decoding engrams and to designing new ships. It is called the Tools of the Trade.
The other ability the Sages have figured out is the Scholar's Intuition. It is based on the ability of the light to guide guardians using a pseudo-precog. They infuse light into themselves and it helps them discover knowldge and imrpove skills. They intuitively have better guesses and theories and learn faster by borrow knowldge from themselves from the future.
It is a young philosophy but we have yet to see what these sages will achieve.
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Something Ends, Something Begins
mackhaon
Blame it on my misspent youth
- Location
- Kyiv
- Pronouns
- He/Him
With little ado.
There's a place for us in Heaven
Lord you know I'm on my way
There's a place for us in Heaven
Lord, I'm on my way
Something Ends, Something Begins
"I just wanted to help some Guardians out. Guy can't do that? I thought this was a new Golden Age. Be kind to each other, am I right?", - Aethon-1 smiles, all sharp edges of polished iron, and flips a strange coin in his claws. It could look whimsical or even charming, but his eyes are dull red, gleaming like dying coals in ash, making him almost starving. As if a pyre is going out inside his chest, grasping for the last splinters of kindling it can reach.
Starhorse cares not, of course. It simply neighs in an infuriatingly haughty way, shaking its head a little. Still, it's not a refusal. An invitation to haggle, perhaps. Above all, it's a showman - showequine? - with impeccable style and business sense, and thus always on the lookout to make its show a tad more interesting.
Aethon-1 flourishes both of his hands in some complicated gesture - for isn't he a magician of a sort? - and flips three strange coins instead of one.
"Aha!".
Starhorse snorts and strikes the floor with its hooves.
"Deal, then".
It's six of them, all eager for some game. Loot has been scarce lately in Sol, with most interesting things finally dead. So it's either deep space, weeks and months of emptiness and warp between long dead worlds, where the only prize is dust and crumbling bones. Or Dares of Eternity.
Paraverse is vast, and there's no shortage of enemies old and new.
Some say it's just laziness, some say it's just base bloodlust.
Some can shove their opinions where the Sun doesn't shine.
Because anyone whose opinion matters knows - after the Flower game came to an end, this is the best gamble in the entire paraverse, with stakes to match.
It's six of them, armed to the teeth, stepping out of the portal, Xur's words a strange burr in their comms.
"What is surviving tonight's Dares of Eternity?".
"Ugh. I hate this thing", rumbles Feathers-3, his armor black-red and gleaming under the harsh white sun of the arena. Sweet Business purrs in his thick fingers.
"It's because you are an uncultured swine", Zann Zh'err flashes him her knives in lieu of a smile, her cloak a streak of blue in monochromatic hell.
Othis-7 and Sandro simply fan out, their Dead Man's Tales scanning crystalline sands and the sharp cut of the horizon.
"Charming", drones dr. Bones, twirling Lumina in his fingers while Solar Light dances around his head like a crown of deadly fireflies.
"Man, you are all nuts", Thumper laughs, Vexcalibur held easily and stance relaxed. "It's just a damn game. Some forgotten Vex collective from an ass end of nowhere or a gaggle of desperate Fallen dropped in here for slaughter. Be cool, be quick, and most of all, give the audience a damn show. Blood on the sand, ya know?".
There's a rumble and a vertigo-inducing twist of reality that ends as fast as it has started.
And there's no sand. No sun. No strange geometric shapes on the horizon. Just dusty corridors gleaming with aetherial white.
"Where reality is made up and your repeated deaths do not matter", Xur drones and falls silent.
"You fucking jinxed us, you moron", hisses Zann, her knives foregone for a Dead Weight, her filed teeth nicking her scarred lips under her Mask.
Thumper's helm is an unreadable visage of an electric skull, and his stance is no longer relaxed.
"Doesn't look like one of the arenas", Sandro clicks his tongue in contemplation.
"No shit Sherlock, it's fucking corridors of time", Feathers-3 spins the Business as fast as it goes. "Hate this place".
"Cut the chatter", dr. Bones puts away his Lumina and draws a Wayfinder's compass, it's gems twirling like mad. "I'll try to locate the exit".
He spends minutes fiddling with the thing, but to no avail - its circuits do not align, and no path lights up for them to follow.
"Damn".
"Some warlock you are".
"If you perchance think you can do better, be my fucking guest".
A tall exo in warlock garb - long black overcoat with sharp-looking lapels and - are those frills? - a sharp-toothed grin steps out of a junction, whistling something silly. His helmet is missing, and so are his weapons. Like an evening stroll in the City itself.
It's jarring enough to make the whole group pause in their bickering, and stare down their guest with some unfriendly pointed barrels.
"Oh, hah", his tone is surprised but jovial. "Living beings! Who are not Vex. You are not Vex, right?"
"A comedian. How charming. What's next? Clowns?", Zann's tone is biting, but her shotgun is looking into the dusty stone floor.
"I hate clowns", shudders Feathers-3, cradling his Business.
"Good thing I'm not one then", exo slides aside spinning barrels, eyeing the simpering titan with wary amusement "Aethon-1, at your service. Are you lost?"
"Sort of", dr. Bones chuckles. "Nothing desperate, but our arrival here was a bit surprising. No one goes to this place anymore, and certainly not us".
"Shame, really. Corridors are confusing, sure, but it's a wonderful puzzle to tinker with".
"If one has an overabundance of free time, perhaps. We do not", dr. Bones sounds sour. Warlocks and their petty grievances. Zann simply shrugs and claps their new friend on the shoulder.
"It's fascinating and all, but do you mind showing us the nearest exit, old pal? I'm dying to get out of this trap?".
"Oh, sure. Here, oh sister mine, *let me*".
The horror ripples through the group like a crash-wave, raising gun and blade and spell alike, but it's too little too late, for the jaws of Anthem Anatheme have already snapped shut.
With a final click, reality wavers and collapses, and corridors are silent and empty again.
"Wish granted".
Somewhere, somewhen, Xur rouses spectators from across the paraverse into an eager frenzy.
Sweet Business spins and roars and stone chips and bursts apart in a shower of of sparks.
A man steps onto the sand and a hand rises to meet him, blade flashing in the dying sunlight. He's too fast, and his Lumina barks once and twice.
A man steps onto the sand and a hand rises to meet him, heavy revolver glinting in the dying sunlight. He's too fast.
A man steps onto the sand.
A man steps and dies before his foot lands on the sand, his blood hot and red on the claws of his killer. His Ghost screams and swipes aside, but is caught in the cage of green light and death.
Sweet Business spins and roars and stone chips and bursts apart in a shower of of sparks.
Twins raise their Dead Man's Tales, their rapport quick and easy, and arrows rain on them from above, pinning their still twitching bodies to old red stone. Their Ghosts flash together, blinking left and right, weaving between arrows and grasping strands, and twins are back, gasping for non-existent breath. Grabbing for their swords, they dodge in different directions, eyes searching for their quarry.
Twins raise their Dead Man's Tales, their rapport quick and easy, and arrows rain on them from above. Their Ghosts flash together, caught like flies in the amber of a void burst. Their death is silent.
Sweet Business spins and roars and stone chips.
Thumper's helm is an unreadable visage of an electric skull, dull and silent, lying in a pool of dark blood. His Ghost roars, caught in a clawed hand, before bursting apart in a shower of sparks.
Sweet Business spins.
An image flashes, pasty-white, its smile and eyes slashes of vivid red.
"I hate clowns", shudders Feathers-3 and dies, a glaive cutting through his armor and engine, his Business falling from slacking fingers. His Ghost vanishes in a grim retreat.
A glaive cuts through his armor, its return swing clipping his Ghost as it flashes real for a single moment over the falling body. It has no second chance to flee.
Zann's shotgun roars and her quarry dies in a shower of flashing sparks and zing of torn metal.
Zann's shotgun roars and.
Zann's shotgun roars.
Zann's damned shotgun gets a Malfeasance shot right up its barrel and explodes. Her knives spin and find their targets in exo's eye sockets. He dies with a scream.
Her knives spin and slash frigid dusty air. She curses and dodges left, her side barely grazed by a curved black blade.
She curses and tries to dodge left, her guts spilled by a curved black blade. She dies with a curse, and so does her Ghost, its end and unremarkable blast of Malfeasance.
For a moment, endless and fractured, everything is still in corridors of time.
Then, the roar of ghostly crowd and frenzied neigh of Astral equine.
"Hah ha. That there, that's some… sweet business."
Aethon-1 creaks his abused spine and steps through, reality waving and splitting around him.
Then, six of them, armed to the teeth, step out of the portal, Xur's words a strange burr in their comms.
"Put simply, can you deal or no deal with tonight's Dares of Eternity?"
For a moment that stretches on and on a strange feeling passes over them. Like a deja vu. Like a death's whisper behind their necks.
Like five complete strangers surround each of them, their armor and weapons and eyes and smiles all wrong, wrong, wrong. But then it passes too.
"It's just a damn game", Thumper laughs.
Somewhere else Aethon-1 steps through the void, his abused metal groaning and his teeth stained with sweet, sweet tribute.
His engine thumps in his chest like it's trying to run away.
Lately, the world has grown too bright. Lately, the shadows have become scarce. Lately, he had gone hungry for far too long.
But this, this was the best gamble in the entire paraverse, with stakes to match, and he was having a blast.
Because Darkness always finds a way.
There's a place for us in Heaven
Lord you know I'm on my way
There's a place for us in Heaven
Lord, I'm on my way
Something Ends, Something Begins
"I just wanted to help some Guardians out. Guy can't do that? I thought this was a new Golden Age. Be kind to each other, am I right?", - Aethon-1 smiles, all sharp edges of polished iron, and flips a strange coin in his claws. It could look whimsical or even charming, but his eyes are dull red, gleaming like dying coals in ash, making him almost starving. As if a pyre is going out inside his chest, grasping for the last splinters of kindling it can reach.
Starhorse cares not, of course. It simply neighs in an infuriatingly haughty way, shaking its head a little. Still, it's not a refusal. An invitation to haggle, perhaps. Above all, it's a showman - showequine? - with impeccable style and business sense, and thus always on the lookout to make its show a tad more interesting.
Aethon-1 flourishes both of his hands in some complicated gesture - for isn't he a magician of a sort? - and flips three strange coins instead of one.
"Aha!".
Starhorse snorts and strikes the floor with its hooves.
"Deal, then".
It's six of them, all eager for some game. Loot has been scarce lately in Sol, with most interesting things finally dead. So it's either deep space, weeks and months of emptiness and warp between long dead worlds, where the only prize is dust and crumbling bones. Or Dares of Eternity.
Paraverse is vast, and there's no shortage of enemies old and new.
Some say it's just laziness, some say it's just base bloodlust.
Some can shove their opinions where the Sun doesn't shine.
Because anyone whose opinion matters knows - after the Flower game came to an end, this is the best gamble in the entire paraverse, with stakes to match.
It's six of them, armed to the teeth, stepping out of the portal, Xur's words a strange burr in their comms.
"What is surviving tonight's Dares of Eternity?".
"Ugh. I hate this thing", rumbles Feathers-3, his armor black-red and gleaming under the harsh white sun of the arena. Sweet Business purrs in his thick fingers.
"It's because you are an uncultured swine", Zann Zh'err flashes him her knives in lieu of a smile, her cloak a streak of blue in monochromatic hell.
Othis-7 and Sandro simply fan out, their Dead Man's Tales scanning crystalline sands and the sharp cut of the horizon.
"Charming", drones dr. Bones, twirling Lumina in his fingers while Solar Light dances around his head like a crown of deadly fireflies.
"Man, you are all nuts", Thumper laughs, Vexcalibur held easily and stance relaxed. "It's just a damn game. Some forgotten Vex collective from an ass end of nowhere or a gaggle of desperate Fallen dropped in here for slaughter. Be cool, be quick, and most of all, give the audience a damn show. Blood on the sand, ya know?".
There's a rumble and a vertigo-inducing twist of reality that ends as fast as it has started.
And there's no sand. No sun. No strange geometric shapes on the horizon. Just dusty corridors gleaming with aetherial white.
"Where reality is made up and your repeated deaths do not matter", Xur drones and falls silent.
"You fucking jinxed us, you moron", hisses Zann, her knives foregone for a Dead Weight, her filed teeth nicking her scarred lips under her Mask.
Thumper's helm is an unreadable visage of an electric skull, and his stance is no longer relaxed.
"Doesn't look like one of the arenas", Sandro clicks his tongue in contemplation.
"No shit Sherlock, it's fucking corridors of time", Feathers-3 spins the Business as fast as it goes. "Hate this place".
"Cut the chatter", dr. Bones puts away his Lumina and draws a Wayfinder's compass, it's gems twirling like mad. "I'll try to locate the exit".
He spends minutes fiddling with the thing, but to no avail - its circuits do not align, and no path lights up for them to follow.
"Damn".
"Some warlock you are".
"If you perchance think you can do better, be my fucking guest".
A tall exo in warlock garb - long black overcoat with sharp-looking lapels and - are those frills? - a sharp-toothed grin steps out of a junction, whistling something silly. His helmet is missing, and so are his weapons. Like an evening stroll in the City itself.
It's jarring enough to make the whole group pause in their bickering, and stare down their guest with some unfriendly pointed barrels.
"Oh, hah", his tone is surprised but jovial. "Living beings! Who are not Vex. You are not Vex, right?"
"A comedian. How charming. What's next? Clowns?", Zann's tone is biting, but her shotgun is looking into the dusty stone floor.
"I hate clowns", shudders Feathers-3, cradling his Business.
"Good thing I'm not one then", exo slides aside spinning barrels, eyeing the simpering titan with wary amusement "Aethon-1, at your service. Are you lost?"
"Sort of", dr. Bones chuckles. "Nothing desperate, but our arrival here was a bit surprising. No one goes to this place anymore, and certainly not us".
"Shame, really. Corridors are confusing, sure, but it's a wonderful puzzle to tinker with".
"If one has an overabundance of free time, perhaps. We do not", dr. Bones sounds sour. Warlocks and their petty grievances. Zann simply shrugs and claps their new friend on the shoulder.
"It's fascinating and all, but do you mind showing us the nearest exit, old pal? I'm dying to get out of this trap?".
"Oh, sure. Here, oh sister mine, *let me*".
The horror ripples through the group like a crash-wave, raising gun and blade and spell alike, but it's too little too late, for the jaws of Anthem Anatheme have already snapped shut.
With a final click, reality wavers and collapses, and corridors are silent and empty again.
"Wish granted".
Somewhere, somewhen, Xur rouses spectators from across the paraverse into an eager frenzy.
Sweet Business spins and roars and stone chips and bursts apart in a shower of of sparks.
A man steps onto the sand and a hand rises to meet him, blade flashing in the dying sunlight. He's too fast, and his Lumina barks once and twice.
A man steps onto the sand and a hand rises to meet him, heavy revolver glinting in the dying sunlight. He's too fast.
A man steps onto the sand.
A man steps and dies before his foot lands on the sand, his blood hot and red on the claws of his killer. His Ghost screams and swipes aside, but is caught in the cage of green light and death.
Sweet Business spins and roars and stone chips and bursts apart in a shower of of sparks.
Twins raise their Dead Man's Tales, their rapport quick and easy, and arrows rain on them from above, pinning their still twitching bodies to old red stone. Their Ghosts flash together, blinking left and right, weaving between arrows and grasping strands, and twins are back, gasping for non-existent breath. Grabbing for their swords, they dodge in different directions, eyes searching for their quarry.
Twins raise their Dead Man's Tales, their rapport quick and easy, and arrows rain on them from above. Their Ghosts flash together, caught like flies in the amber of a void burst. Their death is silent.
Sweet Business spins and roars and stone chips.
Thumper's helm is an unreadable visage of an electric skull, dull and silent, lying in a pool of dark blood. His Ghost roars, caught in a clawed hand, before bursting apart in a shower of sparks.
Sweet Business spins.
An image flashes, pasty-white, its smile and eyes slashes of vivid red.
"I hate clowns", shudders Feathers-3 and dies, a glaive cutting through his armor and engine, his Business falling from slacking fingers. His Ghost vanishes in a grim retreat.
A glaive cuts through his armor, its return swing clipping his Ghost as it flashes real for a single moment over the falling body. It has no second chance to flee.
Zann's shotgun roars and her quarry dies in a shower of flashing sparks and zing of torn metal.
Zann's shotgun roars and.
Zann's shotgun roars.
Zann's damned shotgun gets a Malfeasance shot right up its barrel and explodes. Her knives spin and find their targets in exo's eye sockets. He dies with a scream.
Her knives spin and slash frigid dusty air. She curses and dodges left, her side barely grazed by a curved black blade.
She curses and tries to dodge left, her guts spilled by a curved black blade. She dies with a curse, and so does her Ghost, its end and unremarkable blast of Malfeasance.
For a moment, endless and fractured, everything is still in corridors of time.
Then, the roar of ghostly crowd and frenzied neigh of Astral equine.
"Hah ha. That there, that's some… sweet business."
Aethon-1 creaks his abused spine and steps through, reality waving and splitting around him.
Then, six of them, armed to the teeth, step out of the portal, Xur's words a strange burr in their comms.
"Put simply, can you deal or no deal with tonight's Dares of Eternity?"
For a moment that stretches on and on a strange feeling passes over them. Like a deja vu. Like a death's whisper behind their necks.
Like five complete strangers surround each of them, their armor and weapons and eyes and smiles all wrong, wrong, wrong. But then it passes too.
"It's just a damn game", Thumper laughs.
Somewhere else Aethon-1 steps through the void, his abused metal groaning and his teeth stained with sweet, sweet tribute.
His engine thumps in his chest like it's trying to run away.
Lately, the world has grown too bright. Lately, the shadows have become scarce. Lately, he had gone hungry for far too long.
But this, this was the best gamble in the entire paraverse, with stakes to match, and he was having a blast.
Because Darkness always finds a way.
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Stahor
BookWorm
- Location
- Russia, Moscow
Not sure if i can write it, but idea is as follows: After events of Season of the Plunder, Spider does not want Ketch back, because of the Drifter.
One of the the members of Raid Team (Young Wolf could have more than 5 people who could assist him), wins it in card game that was set up to deal with ketch after Osiris got his Neztea. Drifter definitely cheated, but he also did not wanted to keep the ship, and Young Wolf always has more to do, than run a ship.
Fast-forward to Foreguard emergence, and said risen is accepts commission from Giant Bray Head to load him up and set somewhere outside Sol, where he would not be disrupted.
Proposed name for the risen - hunter Jack-9, his ghost is Queen.
Ketch is not named in the lore, proposition for the name is Adventure Gally - Spider is Old Earth nerd, and would totally name his ship using fitting pirate ship name.
One of the the members of Raid Team (Young Wolf could have more than 5 people who could assist him), wins it in card game that was set up to deal with ketch after Osiris got his Neztea. Drifter definitely cheated, but he also did not wanted to keep the ship, and Young Wolf always has more to do, than run a ship.
Fast-forward to Foreguard emergence, and said risen is accepts commission from Giant Bray Head to load him up and set somewhere outside Sol, where he would not be disrupted.
Proposed name for the risen - hunter Jack-9, his ghost is Queen.
Ketch is not named in the lore, proposition for the name is Adventure Gally - Spider is Old Earth nerd, and would totally name his ship using fitting pirate ship name.
Lithos Maitreya
Character Witness
- Location
- United States
I somehow missed a couple posts here and never threadmarked them. Sorry about that! Got them now.
Nature Documentary
Garm352
Bearer of the Stars of Creation
- Location
- The Void Between Stars
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Nature Documentary
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The screen showed only static at first before the Eververse logo popped up for a few moments before fading away to show an over-the-shoulder shot of a massive Titan in big, bulky brown armor. It was, in fact, caked in some sort of mud or muck - bits of color snuck through here and there but for the most part the Titan was fully covered.
"Sssh. Today, we've got a real beautiful specimen for you viewers at home!" The man's voice was not at all quiet, but it was deep. "Look over there!"
The camera - probably just his Ghost - followed his raised hand to focus in on a knight approaching. The Hive beast was ten feet tall at least and had a cleaver almost as long. It's head horns were long, and it was coated in blood.
The camera panned back to the Titan.
"I've been tracking this Hive Knight all day. While things have gone a bit weird with the Hive since the end of the War, there are still a lot practicing the old ways, looking to become the next Savathûn, the next Xivu, or the next Oryx. They're not as big a problem at the moment, and with Savathûn's brood mostly heading back to the Fundament, we don't have to worry overmuch about accidental friendly fire. That blood came from something after all. For you New Lights, this is what an old school Hive Knight is like - big, tough, and persistent." The Titan crept forward in the brush he was hiding in a little bit, silent as the knight drew closer and closer. Just as it drew even with the Titan's hiding spot, the Knight stopped and began looking about.
"I'M GONNA WRASSLEM!" The massive Titan leapt out of the brush, slamming into the Hive Knight from behind and wrapping his limbs around the Knight's. It was clear now on the camera that the Titan was equal to the Knight in size and as they struggled, the Titan was able to topple the Knight onto its back and pin it to the ground.
Back in the City, the New Lights and Old Lights hanging around the Eververse storefront could only watch in stupefied disbelief as the Titan began to give an anatomy lesson on the best spots to go for on a Knight, where the chitin was usually weakest, and so on, the camera looking at the spots and highlighting them in the feed as the Knight sized Titan rambled on with an odd, slight hissing in his accent.
Lemur-3, back in the City to get some maintenance done on his ship, simply turned and walked away from the scene being made on the screen by his Fireteam member, Zaz.
Even Rosa had no words for this. Distributor was still around, so they'd known Zaz hadn't left with Savathûn, but they hadn't exactly kept track of the Lucent Knight either.
This was not what they had expected him to do with his free time.
"At least it's educational, right?" Rosa's offered words of comfort did little to stem the phantom headache Lemur-3's processors couldn't actually feel, but the Exo favored his partner in all things with a nod and a small smile before continuing on into the depths of the Tower to find a shooting range.
Epilogue wouldn't get a workout, but Perfect Paradox would satisfy the need to fire a gun plenty well.
"OH HE'S A FEISTY ONE!" Roared out over the crowd and the sound of more active violence began.
Lemur-3 let his shoulders slump. He hoped Zaz was getting paid for this.
Sorry for the wait, forgot to write my Titan's intro. He was human originally but then turned into a Lucent Knight halfway through writing so I just went with it. If that's not okay, I'll edit him to just being a super tall human that fell in with the Lucent Hive and knows a lot of Hive Lore.
That's so sad. Alexa, play Despacito.
Garm352
Bearer of the Stars of Creation
- Location
- The Void Between Stars
- Pronouns
- He/Him
That's so sad. Alexa, play Despacito.
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Lemur-3 felt the wind tugging on his cloak as he stared down at the ongoing construction of a town in a place that he'd only ever been to one time before.
The day he was reborn in Light.
Dirt shifted behind him. "Thought I'd find you up here old man."
"Cassie, Alexa!" Rosa popped out of Lemur-3's hood, swooping off behind him and out of his line of sight. His mechanical eyes remained fixed on the truly massive redwood tree that he'd last seen only twice his height.
Down at the base of it, over where the shelter Lemur-2 died protecting had been, was an obelisk with his Mark - a clockwork rose - carved into the base. One of the workers, an old Awoken, was consulting with a Warlock on the names he was carving into the memorial.
The Warlock slumped over a moment before a Ghost popped out and rezzed him, and then after a brief conversation the elderly Awoken began to carve the next name.
A hand clamped down on the Exo's shoulder, drawing his eyes away finally.
"They'd be delighted to have you down there, old man." The Human woman, clad in the garb of the Hunters just as the Exo was, stared into his eyes a few moments before stepping back and shrugging. "But if you'd prefer to brood up here like this pops, up to you."
"Cassandra." It was just her name, but the Exo did speak it.
"Yeah yeah, I know, you're just happy this place is going to be inhabited again. S'what you've been saving up all that glimmer for, for the last couple centuries." The two fell silent for a time, watching the construction crews.
Eliksni and Human carpenters putting together walls. Cabal and Exo putting together metal framing for buildings and working on roads. Psions and Awoken working together to substitute for heavy cranes where the industrial machinery would be awkward to set up.
The only group missing were the Lucent Hive and, well. They'd almost universally departed the coalition for their Homeworld.
As the hours passed in silence, a Cabal emerged from one of the bigger completed structures and rang a gong stationed by the door once. Work began to die down and the workers all gathered together in a stream of hungry people, making their way into the big mess hall that had been among the first priorities to set up.
Cassandra finally stood from the crouch she'd settled into during their vigil. "Ah, well, guess we can't watch them all eat. Guess we'll have to call it for now, since I'm getting hungry myself. And the others will want to see you, you know. Zaz had to find out you were back on planet from Shaxx. Shaxx had to tell us you were in the neighborhood."
Lemur-3 stood up slowly, mechanical eyes narrowing at Cassandra as the younger Guardian smirked.
"Don't you know how sad that is?" Immediately they both burst into motion, their Ghosts following - Rosa cackling, Alexa giggling - as Lemur-3 tried to tackle Cassandra to the ground. After a few seconds of high speed tag, as his Grapple Grenade lashed out and snagged Cassandra's leg, she managed to laugh out her victorious words even as he dragged her to the ground and leapt into an elbow drop.
"That's so sad, Alexa play Despacit-ooooomf!" Even as the air was crushed out of her, her Ghost dutifully started playing a truly ancient song that the Hunter had found in the databanks of a wreck colony ship centuries ago.
The two Hunters scuffled on the ground for a bit before Cassandra managed to get free and begin laughing. Lemur-3 let out a huff, and made a point not to show it, but the ridiculous antics of the Hunter he'd mentored since the day she rose were welcome and funny to him too.
Without a word, he turned away from the site of Lemur-2's last stand and began to walk back through the wilderness to where he'd left his jump ship, the tinny sound of Despacito, and the laughter of his daughter and their Ghosts following not far behind him.
It was, he reflected, good to be home.
"We found a War Moon by the way."
"WHAT?"
In a little slump with my major writing project so I pushed this out to try and get my mind in gear. Cassie is the second Hunter of Fireteam Raven's Wing, and the third most recently raised Guardian in its ranks.
It goes Lemur-3 - who is truly old and from about a decade after the Darkness first came to the Sol system and the Ghosts were made, then a TBD Titan, a TBD Warlock, Cassie, Sythov, then Zaz who ended up joining by surrendering to Lemur-3 the instant they crossed paths in Savanthun's Throne World.
Lemur-3's old enough he's been around and partook in a lot of old, big events, even if not in center stage, but he definitely has something of a legend attached to him.
He never shoots first, after all, but he's always shot last.
It goes Lemur-3 - who is truly old and from about a decade after the Darkness first came to the Sol system and the Ghosts were made, then a TBD Titan, a TBD Warlock, Cassie, Sythov, then Zaz who ended up joining by surrendering to Lemur-3 the instant they crossed paths in Savanthun's Throne World.
Lemur-3's old enough he's been around and partook in a lot of old, big events, even if not in center stage, but he definitely has something of a legend attached to him.
He never shoots first, after all, but he's always shot last.
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