Evil Atlas
Inspector of Details
- Location
- Denial
- Pronouns
- He/Him
*sighs*
They're at it again. Right, where did we put those naval mines...
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Paradoxical [Destiny/Worm Post-GM]
- Thread starter ensou
- Start date
- Crossover
*sighs*
They're at it again. Right, where did we put those naval mines...
Wobulator
Within 1 AU of you!
- Location
- Mars
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Ehhhhh.
If you killed all of Crota's Hive, there'd be nobody to tithe to him and his worm would consume him, but generally yes.
The thing is that rezzing takes time for the Hive, and he wiped out a thousand Guardians in one battle, meaning he was never killed there.
- Location
- USA, Edge of Procrastination
If I recall correctly, Crota invaded the moon to turn it into a hive battle/fortress world and was faced by an army of Guardians that he then slayed during the failed offensive to retake the moon, following which he returned to it's depths and slept. He was later awoken by Eris Morn and her fireteam who thought they could kill him by following Tolands advice and invading his throne world through a "keyhole between realities". The fun facts come later when you have to steal a piece of his soul so that Guardians can access the ascendant realm and go after Oryx.....which is rather interesting since Awoken can access the ascendant realm at will as well....and can build their own effective throne worlds. Theoretically Guardians who are also Awoken shouldn't need this step but ehhhh, game mechanics.
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Wobulator
Within 1 AU of you!
- Location
- Mars
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Crota has been on the Moon for a long time- presumably the Collapse, but we don't know. After the Vanguard discovered the Hive, they immediately charged onto the Moon and promptly got their asses handed to them.
Everyone can access the Ascendant Realm- it's not a Hive-only thing. The Hive rely on this for a lot of their stuff, but the Mindbender and Mara both have their own throne worlds.
- Location
- USA, Edge of Procrastination
So do the techeuns. During Oryxs assault, after deploying the Harbingers, the Techeuns reached out for Mara Sov and tried to anchor her. She rebuked them and let Oryx take her. After the Techeuns left their protective bubbles they noted they could see where Oryx had stomped through their own throne worlds without giving a crap.
I dont remember seeing you on the registry.
*checks passanger log while eyeing you suspiciously * wait, you're not a passanger, you're a malicious stowaway!
Quick! Throw em' off the ship! It's open waters for you, boyo!
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Wonder if Taylor will be getting her own Throne World, such a thing would probably be a good place to store QA if it can be protected and/or hidden properly, hell I'm wondering if she even knows about the Ascendant Realm and Throne Worlds or Mara has kept the whole thing a secret from her for some reason.
ensou
Magical G̶i̶r̶l̶ Servant Mordred-chan
- Location
- NEW YORK CITY!??
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Probably a bit of both. As much as I love the idea of race specific missions/questlines, removing an entire main mission (and one of the best) from a campaign due to racial traits would be pretty bad when we get so few of them already. Bungie does acknowledge it a little when the PC's Ghost asks if they can feel anything different [because of the Darkness] as an Awoken when they enter the Dreaming City.
It's likely that our first death destroyed any connection to any potential Throne World we could have had in that life, as per the Sword Logic, and our first ressurection with all its Light burned out any remaining traces to the Deep not inherent to our soul/being.
deadcrystal
Slaaneshi Cultist
- Location
- The Warp
The D1 beginning mission was meant to be race-specific, but they ran out of time/money so we ended up with everyone doing the mission that was meant to be the exo one.
I meant, at least D2 has dialogue that at least acknowledges it? Even if it's only ambient dialogue you get called 'cousin' a lot if you're playing an awoken in the dreaming city. (i.e. the correct race to choose)
I'd assume that if we ever drop by the Deep Stone Crypt you'd get unique dialogue if you were an exo?
I'd assume that in-lore Risen Awoken would still have Awoken abilities at least in potential even if they never develop them. I assume Mara could still do her telepathy thing to them. Not that they'd come up in the game.
Huh, so my warlock ended up doing the right quest by accident. Cool.
Mars
ensou
Magical G̶i̶r̶l̶ Servant Mordred-chan
- Location
- NEW YORK CITY!??
- Pronouns
- She/Her
20½ Years Ago, Mars
Grit. Heat. A weight covering her left side. A cloying metallic scent.
An infinite number of small things prickled her skin, making her aware of them even if she didn't want to be.
Her body didn't want to move, and she wasn't particularly keen to disagree with it.
Air passed through her lips, tiny rough particles slipping in, invading her mouth and touching her tongue.
Iron. That was the scent.
"Hey, yeah. Hey, hello? You know it would be really great if you woke up now!"
She moved. Or rather she tried to move. It was like she was stuck in molasses and the world didn't want to let her go. Still she felt a change, a shift in the pressure on her as she pushed.
Everything shifted with it, running across her skin and abrading her, getting in her ears, her nose. Another draw of air, more of the hard tiny grains in her mouth, more of the taste of metal.
Red sand filled her vision, and she realized she'd had her eyes open, they'd just been buried, much like the rest of her head.
"I can't keep dodging like this forever!"
A screech of energy went past her right ear and then she was
up and standing at the edge of a large platform, metal towering above her as others ran towards the edge. A golden man in the sky turned to look at her, holding out a hand in her direction, aglow
"Oh good you're up."
She took a stumbling step back from the white object that was suddenly in her face, feet slipping and sinking in.
"Now let's go!"
A bolt of red energy flew past and she'd already categorized it as laser fire before she had a chance to think. There was an electronic scream, and she just barely caught sight of a pair of bronze, metal bipedal figures with an ominous red eye in the head of each appearing from over the edge of a different shade of burnt orange-ground before the white starburst-thing was back, twisting around her head.
"Oh my god, don't just stare at the Vex, they're trying to kill us, now seriously, RUN!"
The starburst shot off to her left, and she slipped once more in the sand trying to turn towards it, coincidentally missing a bolt which would have taken her head off.
"Wait!" she tried to yell after the white object, but her voice and mouth were about as dry as— well, the desert she seemed to be in. At least something made sense.
Her next attempt at motion gave her a short step out of the sand, and then she was stumbling after the little thing, only letting her feet touch the red sand long enough that she wouldn't sink in.
It was leading her up another sand dune towards some sort of buildings that seemed to be half-buried themselves, and when she finally got to the top it was about at the height of a balcony on the side of one.
"Come on, come on. We can lose them in here," the thing said, and she climbed over the railing and through the broken glass door into the building to follow it. "Now let's go up a couple flights and we should be fine."
She'd gone along with its suggestions this far already, so…
"Sure," she croaked. "As long as I get some answers about what's going on."
Like why she couldn't remember anything. Or why she was waking up in the middle of a red desert. Or what the Vex were supposed to be. And why they were after them.
The white-thing turned to her and paused, just staring at her.
"…Fair enough," it said, and without the wind and sand blowing around she could say its voice sounded distinctly feminine. It turned back around and continued leading her through the building, the only real light coming from the iris-like opening at its front.
Once they were two floors up and five doors down on the opposite side of the building from where they'd come in, it finally stopped when they were in what seemed to be the primary room of an apartment.
"So I've never really been a fan of the whole 'Eyes up' routine, but I guess there's something to be said for making a standardized speech for this kind of thing," it (she?) said, floating around in front of her as she slid down to sit against the wall.
"Just… what's going on?" she asked, immediately feeling her throat and rubbing it at how dry it felt. "And is there any chance at all of water?"
It halted. "Right. Yes. Of course. Duh. Haha, of course I didn't forget about that!"
A white light materialized by her hand, ending up solidifying into a glass of water, which she gladly picked up and drank after feeling like she'd cleared her mouth entirely of the sand that had gotten in it.
"Also just for the record I made that out of glimmer, so you're literally drinking money," it halted again. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, I just thought it was funny. Anyways!" The segments that it appeared to be made of suddenly spread, separating from a small sphere at the center and then settling back. "…Maybe I should try this again."
It flew closer to her, focusing on her face. "Hi. I'm Kali. And as of about twelve minutes ago, you're my human, and I'm your Ghost."
"Why can't I remember anything?" Everytime she tried to reach for something she felt she should know, it slipped away like sand (hah!) through her fingers.
"You were suffering from a rather terminal case of being dead. But don't worry! I fixed that!" the Ghost said cheerily. "And I think I did a pretty good job too. No missing limbs, no discoloration, no odd shaking…"
The light from the iris swept over her, from head to toe, before returning to her head and staying there. "There is something weird in your brain, but it doesn't seem to be doing anything soooooo it must be fine. Anyways, what're you called?"
"Weav–er?" The name was already half out of her mouth before she even thought about it. "Wait, you brought me back to life? I was dead?" Why did she feel so unnerved by that? But not surprised? Why wasn't she surprised?
"Yep! Two bullet holes right in the head, in case you were wondering."
hit me from behind, where I had no protection. The second hit before I could fall, before
"I kinda wish I knew what you were doing that made you end up like that. Not everybody gets executed and then dumped out in the middle of nowhere on Mars, you know. Don't worry, you were a very pretty skeleton even with the bullet holes."
Wait. "…Mars?"
Kali's iris blinked. "Yes, Mars. You know, fourth planet from the sun? Giant ball of red dust and rocks?"
…"Huh."
Well… that would certainly explain the huge orange sand dunes and why the air tasted like rust, wouldn't it?
"Now, we need to find a ship," Kali stated. "Otherwise we're kinda stuck here, and I don't know about you but I don't want to be stuck here."
"…Where can we do that?"
"Well I uh… Maybe the Cabal know?"
"The Cabal?"
"They're like these… Here." The Ghost projected a bulky armored figure in a suit holding a gun in its right hand, and then for good measure an image of Weaver beside it for scale. "Warring species, prefer domination and expansion, and current holders of Mars. If anybody will know anything about a ship, it's probably them. The Vex just wouldn't even care. And I don't particularly want to try hacking their systems. So, Cabal."
"…Aliens. First killer robots, now aliens."
"Technically the robots are aliens too," Kali said helpfully.
Weaver gave her a deadpan look.
"Oooh, but this means we need to get you kitted out! I finally have a Guardian I can arm!"
The brunette just stared. For some reason she had a feeling this was going to end up being a thing.
Kali bobbed excitedly. "So, first we need to get you a gun…"
"Hey, Guardian!"
Weaver stopped half-way through cresting the sand dune, looking over at the Ghost. "Why do you keep calling me that? I already told you my name."
"It's just… tradition, I guess?" the Ghost said hesitantly. "Because you're the ones who protect humanity."
Weaver looked over at her incredulously. "I haven't exactly seen many humans."
"W-well, no, not on Mars. They're all on Earth."
"Earth. A whole other planet," Weaver repeated.
"Um, yes?"
"Well then I'm not really doing that, am I? …I can't exactly be a 'Guardian' and guard anything when there's nothing to guard." She stretched her arms wide to either side, drawing attention to the red wasteland around them and the utter lack of anything worth protecting.
Kali's optic flickered, as though the Ghost were blinking. "…Risen, then," she offered. "Better? It's sort of the older name."
Risen. It was more factual, less… subjective. She'd risen from the dead, so she was Risen. It certainly made more sense. It felt more accurate, at least. Didn't push her into some role.
The dark-haired woman let her arms drop. "Yes."
"Okay. Risen it is."
Weaver stared down at the Cabal Centurian she'd stabbed in the neck after self-reviving in a burst of fire and light. She hadn't wanted to die again, so she hadn't.
Apparently it was as simple as that.
Unfortunately, the Cabal's blood had gotten all over her, and the hot sand getting blown all over the place was now sticking to her. It was like she'd had sandpaper glued to her skin, and the heat was making it smell absolutely foul. It had gotten in her hair, and that just made things worse because she knew there was zero chance of a shower any time in the foreseeable future in this desert wasteland.
Weaver did her best to wipe her wet matted hair out of her eyes and clear her face of some of the sandy blood.
It didn't do much.
"…I really hate this planet."
"Yeah."
"Let's never come back here."
"Yeah."
A/N: A Guardian that is only just arisen~
I love thematic chapter transitions.
So I wanted to get this out before Shadowkeep, and if my determination and drive holds I'll try and get both another chapter of this and finally the next chapter of Transposition out, though I wouldn't hold your breath for that.
Grit. Heat. A weight covering her left side. A cloying metallic scent.
An infinite number of small things prickled her skin, making her aware of them even if she didn't want to be.
Her body didn't want to move, and she wasn't particularly keen to disagree with it.
Air passed through her lips, tiny rough particles slipping in, invading her mouth and touching her tongue.
Iron. That was the scent.
"Hey, yeah. Hey, hello? You know it would be really great if you woke up now!"
She moved. Or rather she tried to move. It was like she was stuck in molasses and the world didn't want to let her go. Still she felt a change, a shift in the pressure on her as she pushed.
Everything shifted with it, running across her skin and abrading her, getting in her ears, her nose. Another draw of air, more of the hard tiny grains in her mouth, more of the taste of metal.
Red sand filled her vision, and she realized she'd had her eyes open, they'd just been buried, much like the rest of her head.
"I can't keep dodging like this forever!"
A screech of energy went past her right ear and then she was
up and standing at the edge of a large platform, metal towering above her as others ran towards the edge. A golden man in the sky turned to look at her, holding out a hand in her direction, aglow
"Oh good you're up."
She took a stumbling step back from the white object that was suddenly in her face, feet slipping and sinking in.
"Now let's go!"
A bolt of red energy flew past and she'd already categorized it as laser fire before she had a chance to think. There was an electronic scream, and she just barely caught sight of a pair of bronze, metal bipedal figures with an ominous red eye in the head of each appearing from over the edge of a different shade of burnt orange-ground before the white starburst-thing was back, twisting around her head.
"Oh my god, don't just stare at the Vex, they're trying to kill us, now seriously, RUN!"
The starburst shot off to her left, and she slipped once more in the sand trying to turn towards it, coincidentally missing a bolt which would have taken her head off.
"Wait!" she tried to yell after the white object, but her voice and mouth were about as dry as— well, the desert she seemed to be in. At least something made sense.
Her next attempt at motion gave her a short step out of the sand, and then she was stumbling after the little thing, only letting her feet touch the red sand long enough that she wouldn't sink in.
It was leading her up another sand dune towards some sort of buildings that seemed to be half-buried themselves, and when she finally got to the top it was about at the height of a balcony on the side of one.
"Come on, come on. We can lose them in here," the thing said, and she climbed over the railing and through the broken glass door into the building to follow it. "Now let's go up a couple flights and we should be fine."
She'd gone along with its suggestions this far already, so…
"Sure," she croaked. "As long as I get some answers about what's going on."
Like why she couldn't remember anything. Or why she was waking up in the middle of a red desert. Or what the Vex were supposed to be. And why they were after them.
The white-thing turned to her and paused, just staring at her.
"…Fair enough," it said, and without the wind and sand blowing around she could say its voice sounded distinctly feminine. It turned back around and continued leading her through the building, the only real light coming from the iris-like opening at its front.
Once they were two floors up and five doors down on the opposite side of the building from where they'd come in, it finally stopped when they were in what seemed to be the primary room of an apartment.
"So I've never really been a fan of the whole 'Eyes up' routine, but I guess there's something to be said for making a standardized speech for this kind of thing," it (she?) said, floating around in front of her as she slid down to sit against the wall.
"Just… what's going on?" she asked, immediately feeling her throat and rubbing it at how dry it felt. "And is there any chance at all of water?"
It halted. "Right. Yes. Of course. Duh. Haha, of course I didn't forget about that!"
A white light materialized by her hand, ending up solidifying into a glass of water, which she gladly picked up and drank after feeling like she'd cleared her mouth entirely of the sand that had gotten in it.
"Also just for the record I made that out of glimmer, so you're literally drinking money," it halted again. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, I just thought it was funny. Anyways!" The segments that it appeared to be made of suddenly spread, separating from a small sphere at the center and then settling back. "…Maybe I should try this again."
It flew closer to her, focusing on her face. "Hi. I'm Kali. And as of about twelve minutes ago, you're my human, and I'm your Ghost."
"Why can't I remember anything?" Everytime she tried to reach for something she felt she should know, it slipped away like sand (hah!) through her fingers.
"You were suffering from a rather terminal case of being dead. But don't worry! I fixed that!" the Ghost said cheerily. "And I think I did a pretty good job too. No missing limbs, no discoloration, no odd shaking…"
The light from the iris swept over her, from head to toe, before returning to her head and staying there. "There is something weird in your brain, but it doesn't seem to be doing anything soooooo it must be fine. Anyways, what're you called?"
"Weav–er?" The name was already half out of her mouth before she even thought about it. "Wait, you brought me back to life? I was dead?" Why did she feel so unnerved by that? But not surprised? Why wasn't she surprised?
"Yep! Two bullet holes right in the head, in case you were wondering."
hit me from behind, where I had no protection. The second hit before I could fall, before
"I kinda wish I knew what you were doing that made you end up like that. Not everybody gets executed and then dumped out in the middle of nowhere on Mars, you know. Don't worry, you were a very pretty skeleton even with the bullet holes."
Wait. "…Mars?"
Kali's iris blinked. "Yes, Mars. You know, fourth planet from the sun? Giant ball of red dust and rocks?"
…"Huh."
Well… that would certainly explain the huge orange sand dunes and why the air tasted like rust, wouldn't it?
"Now, we need to find a ship," Kali stated. "Otherwise we're kinda stuck here, and I don't know about you but I don't want to be stuck here."
"…Where can we do that?"
"Well I uh… Maybe the Cabal know?"
"The Cabal?"
"They're like these… Here." The Ghost projected a bulky armored figure in a suit holding a gun in its right hand, and then for good measure an image of Weaver beside it for scale. "Warring species, prefer domination and expansion, and current holders of Mars. If anybody will know anything about a ship, it's probably them. The Vex just wouldn't even care. And I don't particularly want to try hacking their systems. So, Cabal."
"…Aliens. First killer robots, now aliens."
"Technically the robots are aliens too," Kali said helpfully.
Weaver gave her a deadpan look.
"Oooh, but this means we need to get you kitted out! I finally have a Guardian I can arm!"
The brunette just stared. For some reason she had a feeling this was going to end up being a thing.
Kali bobbed excitedly. "So, first we need to get you a gun…"
"Hey, Guardian!"
Weaver stopped half-way through cresting the sand dune, looking over at the Ghost. "Why do you keep calling me that? I already told you my name."
"It's just… tradition, I guess?" the Ghost said hesitantly. "Because you're the ones who protect humanity."
Weaver looked over at her incredulously. "I haven't exactly seen many humans."
"W-well, no, not on Mars. They're all on Earth."
"Earth. A whole other planet," Weaver repeated.
"Um, yes?"
"Well then I'm not really doing that, am I? …I can't exactly be a 'Guardian' and guard anything when there's nothing to guard." She stretched her arms wide to either side, drawing attention to the red wasteland around them and the utter lack of anything worth protecting.
Kali's optic flickered, as though the Ghost were blinking. "…Risen, then," she offered. "Better? It's sort of the older name."
Risen. It was more factual, less… subjective. She'd risen from the dead, so she was Risen. It certainly made more sense. It felt more accurate, at least. Didn't push her into some role.
The dark-haired woman let her arms drop. "Yes."
"Okay. Risen it is."
Weaver stared down at the Cabal Centurian she'd stabbed in the neck after self-reviving in a burst of fire and light. She hadn't wanted to die again, so she hadn't.
Apparently it was as simple as that.
Unfortunately, the Cabal's blood had gotten all over her, and the hot sand getting blown all over the place was now sticking to her. It was like she'd had sandpaper glued to her skin, and the heat was making it smell absolutely foul. It had gotten in her hair, and that just made things worse because she knew there was zero chance of a shower any time in the foreseeable future in this desert wasteland.
Weaver did her best to wipe her wet matted hair out of her eyes and clear her face of some of the sandy blood.
It didn't do much.
"…I really hate this planet."
"Yeah."
"Let's never come back here."
"Yeah."
A/N: A Guardian that is only just arisen~
I love thematic chapter transitions.
So I wanted to get this out before Shadowkeep, and if my determination and drive holds I'll try and get both another chapter of this and finally the next chapter of Transposition out, though I wouldn't hold your breath for that.
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- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Heh. Even at the very beginning of her new life, Weaver refuses to be defined by a title.
- Location
- Spain
Such a young Babby Guardian/Risen confused, thirsty and bloodhungry, soon she'll be out there killing Cabal and crash landing invasion ships. So proud.
Stahor
BookWorm
- Location
- Russia, Moscow
Hm, if Kali was enthusiastic about arming her Risen, it seems kinda strange that she did not got any engrams while she searched for body that she will bond to. If she had some glimmer, it means that she participated in exchange of goods (or looting) and both lead to possibility of having stored weapons.
Or, you know. Traveler does not loads his Ghosts with Traveler's Chosen at least?
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
What did she do besides the usual?
- Location
- Dublin, Ireland
Straight up executed Taylor (on Mars, for some reason?) instead of the usual '9mm brain surgery then dumped in a closed off Earth'.
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Up until Ward changed the context, I'm pretty sure the end of Worm was just an execution and the only reason she aimed for the Gemma was because she needed to cut Taylor's powers off lest they allow her to survive somehow.
Also given how surprised Taylor seems to be about being on mars, I suspect she was killed on Earth, then got to mars in some other way.
That or there's some backstory shenanigans that we don't know about but pertain to the crossover. Scion Is the darkness? Who knows?
Anyways, point is, Contessa seems pretty standard here to me, no more or less terrible than usual.
Ridiculously Average Guy
I'm you, but stronger
- Location
-
Because that was the most likely way to get her a happy life. Several hundred years later as a Risen.
Electric Heart
Verified Bookworm Yokai
- Location
- Behind you!
I don't think Contessa has the power to predict Light/Darkness. It's a power based on completely different principles that shouldn't interact with each other
ensou
Magical G̶i̶r̶l̶ Servant Mordred-chan
- Location
- NEW YORK CITY!??
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I see Ghosts having a limited amount of subspace storage without being bonded to their Risen and being able to draw on their Light. You can hold a lot of simple Glimmer, but complex physical objects are substantially more complicated.
I will point out that canon Taylor chose for everything to end at the conclusion of Worm. ([I]"Didn't deserve to") She couldn't reign in her shard, so Contessa took the "stop you from troubling anyone ever again" option, but here somehow that ended up with her on Mars, instead of an alternate earth, whether Contessa had a hand in that or not.
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(Also, the bullets were not the surgery. It was bullets, then surgery. Easy mistake, because everybody seems to think that, but actually very important.
)
The other point is that Kali is assuming Weaver died from the bullet holes, when we know that Contessa can double-tap non-lethally. The only evidence is that there was no healing around the bullet holes, which means that Taylor died sometime soon after being shot.
That's it, that's all that's known.
How she got to Mars and why? Who knows.
Also no, Contessa's power (or any Worm powers, which are strictly causal) could not predict something paracausal. That's what being paracausal means.
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Again, loved this work and this chapter. I think destiny as a fandom is criminally underused and I get tiny Zenith vibes from this, which for me is a really good thing
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Also Contessa shouldn't be able to model the power of light since it's actively opposed to causality. Vex use the same sort of modelling to predict the future and the light actively prevents itself from being predicted in that way.