Talking with
@ensou in chat gave me this idea and I had to write it
Gods of Fire
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There used to be an old legend. A story of the dawn of the gods. In that story, one of the gods, who comes from fire and carries the torch with him to the lands of the gods will burn all of reality.
It was hard to say these stories were nothing more than that. She raised the hand cannon, aiming down the sights. Three targets, but only one of them was really threatening. The wizard stood was floating above the ground, its distorted twitching to a silent beat.
Whether or not the gods of fire were real didn't matter, because she could make them real for just a moment. Taking aim at one of the thralls on the ground, she pulled the trigger. One, two. The first shot entered its chest. The second took off its head. Its body started to cook.
The heat coming off it tickled her skin. She went into cover before it exploded. The wizard was knocked out of the air, the other thrall was badly burned. With another shot, another explosion echoed, the second thrall following its brother to hell. The wizard screeched, floating off the ground again. She emptied the other five bullets into its torso.
Sunfire danced on the tip of her fingers, the hand cannon humming with power as it slowly cooled down. She reloaded, moving towards the burned remains of the dead wizard.
"Everything clear," she said. Her ghost transmitted the message.
"Alright, we'll be right there."
Her hair was standing up at the back of her neck. There was something about Hive magic that made Guardians uneasy, but no one seemed as affected as she did. It was why she got the scouting jobs. She could tell you the location of an ogre from five-hundred meters through closed doors.
It wasn't that she was comfortable with it, but she was good at it, and being good at something made it kind of her duty.
Two women arrived in the hallway. Their guns were bigger. Heavier. Holstering the hand cannon, she waved.
"Everything alright up there?" she asked.
The two of them nodded. "I don't know what the Cabal want with this lonely old tower, but whatever it is, I want it first."
"There's Hive here, Rubedo, we better torch it to the ground as soon as we can."
"Isn't that the decision of Zavala, ass-kisser?"
If she didn't stop it now, they'd keep going for an eternity. Walking between them, she looked at the young woman with the pale blue skin.
"Calm down, Rubedo. Trix is right, you know his stance on Hive."
Trix-2, the exo, shrugged. "It's fine, Sunny, I think investigating a bit before burning things down wouldn't hurt."
Sunny nodded. "We'll have to plant the explosives anyway. If we find anything the Cabal might've been looking for we can grab it. There's no communication channels with the Vanguard until we're out, so watch each other's backs."
"Sure thing, boss," Rubedo said. Trix-2 nodded.
They planted the first bomb right there, then continued further down. The tower was tall, but built into a mountain, which meant they had to collapse it into itself rather than simply topple it and burn everything down. Of course the Hive loved dark places, and Sunny hated them.
Ikora once suggested she could spend her time on Mercury, keep an eye out on the crazies and bask in the sun. She had seriously considered it.
"Heads up," Sunny said, moving down the stairs with a silent slide. "There's a big one behind the door. Could be a knight."
The cursed thralls that skittered and twitched and hissed and knocked their teeth together were audible without a warning. Staying next to the stairs would be suicide. They had to take out the knight swiftly. Grabbing a shotgun from her waist, Sunny aimed at the door, pressing the gun against it.
Raising her hand, she lifted three fingers. Two. One. She fired, a loud screech echoing behind the door. With a strong kick, it crashed into the knight and sent it flying. It was hurt, but not down yet. Using the Sunshot here would be a bad idea, so she jumped onto the door and emptied the rest of the slugs downwards. Trix and Rubedo had her back, showering the thralls with heavy fire. When thralls exploded and took out chunks of the wall with them, the knight took the opportunity to throw Sunny off, sending her into the ceiling as it stood up, raising the blaster on its arm throwing fire towards her allies.
No time to reload. Grabbing the Sunshot, she raised it at the knight. The first shot hit its shoulder. The second was deflected by a shield. Trix and Rubedo had taken cover inside the room down the now fire-lit hallway.
"You alright, chief?" Rubedo asked, her voice loud. Crashing onto the ground with the grace of a dead cat, Sunny dodged to the side before its foot came down on her. Cracks spread from the point of impact. With a swift motion, she stood and rushed behind cover. It was a dirty old shelf, but it'd have to do.
"Just dandy! Plant the rest of the explosives, I'll finish this!"
"You sure?"
"I said dandy! Fuck off!"
They did. She could see their figures move further in through the smoke. She glanced towards her shotgun, still lying next to the knight. It approached, its weapon raised.
"If there's one thing I can't stand about Hive, it's that disgusting clicking noise," Sunny said. Her loadout today wasn't suited to fight knights in small hallways. One chance, and one chance only. It'd make it hard using her powers until she was out again.
Raising her hand, the sunfire danced above it. Spinning into view of the knight, she twisted her hand, throwing a massive ball of solar energy towards it. It raised its shield.
"Good luck!" she shouted. "Voidwalkers got nothing on me!"
The fire burned through the shield. It continued into its chest, and she stopped it from spreading any further. The knight fell forward, the smell of burned flesh traveling around.
"I hate Strikes in dark places."
"The Traveler's light cannot reach all," her ghost said. "Perhaps Ikora's offer still stands?"
"It's fine, Noelle," Sunny said. "You know I don't like the Osiris fanatics."
"You've always prefered Mars," the ghost said. "But then again, that's also invested with the Hive."
"Bombs placed," another voice spoke from her ghost. "We found an exit here, you coming?"
"It's fine, I'll take the exit up the stairs. We'll meet at the base of the mountain."
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The moment she stepped out, everything felt fine again. The Traveler's light invigorated her, and the flickers of fire danced on her fingers again. Trix and Rubedo were waiting for her, the latter giving her a thumbs up.
"What's that?" Sunny asked, pointing at the large box next to Rubedo.
"Seems to be a Cabal prototype weapon," Trix said. "Banshee will probably want to take a look at it. Zavala's gonna be happy."
"That's all that matters, doesn't it?"
"Shut up," Trix said. Sunny sighed.