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It all started with the appearance of The Traveler, its arrival changed humanity forever. Great civilizations were built upon the Moon, Mars, Venus, and beyond. Planets were changed permanently, some became garden worlds, and others had their environments altered from violently hostile to temperate and mild. It was a time of bizarre miracles that stretched out throughout our galaxy. It brought upon a golden age of which had never been seen before. We traveled out into the galaxy and knew that it was our destiny to explore the stars. The Traveler though, had a dark enemy, ruthless and merciless, its goal aimed at complete annihilation.

Centuries after our much needed golden age began, the darkness had found us, and that is when we were brought to our knees. Humanity was almost destroyed, the loss of over eighty five percent of the world’s population was the outcome of the last battle. Not all hope was lost though, the Traveler taught us how to combat the forces of darkness, and so the elite soldiers known as the Guardians were born. Ever vigilant, ever watchful, and ever willing to fight back anywhere they were needed. These Guardians lived in The Tower, their home that overlooked the military district of the city.

The tower had seven levels, each with its own use. The top level is for mission assignments, it is also where The Speaker lives, he relays the messages and information from The Speaker to the city. The second level is where the Guardians live, there are apartments for each of them. The third level is where the food is prepared and served for all who live in the tower. The fourth level is for combat training, overseen by The Speaker himself. The fifth level is the docking bay for ships and other aircraft. The sixth level is for buying, upgrading, selling, and maintaining gear and equipment. The seventh level, and last level, is for rest and relaxation, even though that is something that the Guardians very rarely get to enjoy.

This city that humanity lived in, was once a massive, technological wonder that spanned over a large part of the world. It could easily be seen from space, a sort of monument to humanities advancement. After the attack though, the city was only half the size of what it use it be. Besides holding the last of humanity, other species wondered its streets. This includes the Awoken, who are a mysterious species, with dark blue and white skin tones. As well as the Exo, who are a machine like race, known to be ruthless and powerful. All these races, have also suffered from the Darkness and have joined forces to help combat this threat. A threat that still lingered in the void, waiting for another chance to strike back and finish what it had started.

As the sun set upon the horizon, the last amber beams of its light slowly faded away into nothingness, being overtaken by the darkness of the night. The moon had now taken the suns place and the stars filled the sky. From on top of The Tower, a lone female Guardian hunter sat upon a metal bench that overlooked the city below. She was not paying attention to the city though, her attention was focused on the night sky, the stars, and the moon. The datapad that sat next to her said that the date was [10-13-2427] and the time was [23:38] After a X-1M7 stealth shuttle flew over where she was resting, she turned her attention away from the sky and moved onto her feet. She stood at six feet on the dot, her eyes were a rich emerald blue and her hair was almost as dark as the night sky above.

Since she was trained to be a Guardian at such a young age, her body was well fit and toned, ready for hard physical activities. Part of being a Guardian was being prepared for, and expecting the worst to happen while in combat. The enemy was skilled, deadly, ruthless, and did not know fear. So the Guardians had to be better, and be ready to face overwhelming odds. The datapad that sat next to her started to beep softly at her, showing a symbol of a letter across its screen. Reaching down to pick it up, a small star shaped robot appeared not far from her left shoulder, watching her closely. The robot that had appeared was called a Ghost, it could cloak and travel with the Guardian, or even dematerialize into the Guardians armor and assist from there. She had named her own personal Ghost, Orion.

"The message is from your friend Solares, you have been ordered to meet at the docking bay in a half an hour for an unannounced special operations mission that comes from The Speaker directly. Sounds like it is something very important, and trust me, I do not like these random missions either." said Orion, before vanishing. This particular Guardian was named Andromedai, her parents had named her after the galaxy that is closest to the Milky Way. Sadly, her parents were lost with the rest of her family when the darkness first appeared in the solar system. "Last time we had a mission of the sorts, we ended up fighting a couple hundred Fallen, I enjoyed that."

Reaching back to the bench, Andromedai grabbed onto her weapons and the rest of her gear before walking to the elevator at the back of the viewing room. The elevator doors opened with a soft hiss before she stepped inside of it, pressing the button for the fifth floor. Quickly and quietly, it moved to the fifth floor and opened its doors, reveling the massive docking and engineering bay that sprawled out before her. The bay was busy, it was always busy, in fact, the city was busy all day long, every day. There was always something to be done, something to be fixed, something to be sold, something to be improved upon.

"You want to find docking bay thirty three alpha, Solares will be waiting there for you. I doubt she will be joining us though, I hear she has some important meeting to attend while you and your squad mates get to fill the Fallen full of holes." Orion appeared in front of Andromedai and started to fly in the direction of docking bay thirty three alpha. It took a little over ten minutes to get there, due to the size of the area and how many people were going on with their own assignments. Once at the docking bay, the hud of her visor turned on to show the face of Solares in the upper right hand corner. Her bright green eyes peered at Andromedai before she started to speak. "My apologies Andromedai, I wanted to tell you about your mission in person but I am extremely busy and this is a much better way to share delicate information."

"As you know, we are under constant attack from the darkness. There may be small assaults here and there but after what our scanners have picked up, we think we may have a serious problem." The image of a large figure appeared where Solares's face had been, showing lots of movement of small figures around it. "We found this about three hundred miles outside of the city. How we did not notice it until now is part of the issue, if the darkness can construct bases this quickly, well..." There was a pause before Andromedai spoke. "We are going to need to scout out that base before any actions can be taken. I guess I am one of the people for such a job, right?” Solares appeared back on Andromedais hud. "That would be correct, you are not going to be doing it alone though, I have chosen a handful of other Guardians to help you on this mission."

Andromedai had started to walk to the armory to pick up some new equipment while Solares kept explaining what was going to happen. "I have a X-1M7 stealth shuttle ready to transport you and the rest of the squad to a safe location where you can scout without being spotted." Andromedai looked over her new sniper rifle before responding, "Where is the fun in that? We should pick off the targets then do a bombing run on the base like we do most of the time." Solares was quick to respond, "They have heavy armor and something else that I have not seen before guarding the base. If you even fired off one shot when they were patrolling, it would end very poorly for both you and the other squad members. I rather all of you come back in one piece and not a pile of ash."

There was a pause as Andromedai walked back to the docking bay where the shuttle was waiting. "I understand, I have all my gear and equipment, just waiting on the rest of the squad and the pilot to report." Solares laughed through the microphone, "So easy to convince, and here I thought I was going to have to argue with you. I sent a message to the rest of the squad and they should be meeting you there soon." The stealth shuttle standing in front of Andromedai had a thick lair of high-tech plating that covered every square inch of the aircraft. The windows also had also been altered for stealth flight as well, but one could still see through them with out any visual obstruction. The doors of the shuttle opened with a satisfying mechanical hum, its interior lights instantly coming to life. The inside of the shuttle was a simple yet effective design. There were two rows of seats, each row had three seats, and each row had its back against the other, pointing in the direction of either side of the ship. Andromedai sat down in the first seat on the starboard side of the shuttle, closest to the cockpit, and leaned back, surprised at how comfortable it was.

The sound of someone walking past her and into the cockpit caused Andromedai to quickly awaken from the rest that had sneaked up upon her. It was the shuttles pilot, who everyone called Castor. Andromedai had asked him about the name but the only response she had received was, "I would tell you but then I would have to kill you." followed by a smile and a pat on the right shoulder. "I am glad to see Solares chose you as the pilot for this mission Castor. It has been a while, how have you been these last couple of months?" Castor spun around in his seat to face Andromedai, "Everything has been alright on my end. Took a nap hmm? I do not blame you, I saw that you were up for two days, glad you could get some rest." He turned his back around to face all of the consoles and controls that were spread out in front of him. "From what I am reading, there is a large storm moving into the area, lots of heat and humidity, rain, thunder and lightning, strong winds as well. I do not envy you Andromedai, be safe down there and I will buy all of you a cold drink when you return."

Andromedai had secured the safety straps of the seat over her body while Castor was talking to her. "Thankfully we have environmental suits, so as long as we do not mess up somewhere we should be fine. We are still dropping from the shuttle, correct? I do not want to land and possibly have all of us getting killed at once." Caster nodded his head, but did not say a word. The way they were going to be inserted into the drop zone was not by the ship landing but by a halo insertion type drop, used way back in the early twentieth century. They would be dropped from the back of the ship, then free fall to a certain height where an energy shield would be deployed, absorbing all of the impact when they hit the ground. "So, there are six of you assigned to this mission, I only see one of you, I hope they get here soon so we can get moving." Castor dimmed the lights inside of the ship and turned on the air conditioner for mostly himself. "Do not worry, they will be here, most likely just making sure they have everything they need and the such. You do understand, we are all perfectionists and there is no room for even the smallest mistake. I guarantee we will see the rest of the crew in the next five minuets."

]"Guardian....hey, Guardian?....Frost." A feminine, yet tomboyish tone cut through Frost's thoughts and brought him back to reality. The white and black armored Titan looked up from his personal device and looked to see Amanda Holliday, the Shipwright staring at him with crossed arms. He often drifted into grimoire passages so easily it sometimes even happened mid-conversation. This wasn't the first time that Holliday had needed to get his mind on track and it probably wouldn't be the last. Still, the shipwright merely gave an exasperated sigh and shook her head before she started talking again.

"Look, I know that tech talk is boring to some people, especially you Titan types, but try to humor me ok? Your Regulus Class 77 needs a tune up in several areas. The radiation shielding is fried, the engines are overheating and don't even get me started on general life support. How you're not dead from reentry is a miracle to me." Holliday said, looking down at her computer as she ran through all the spec. Frost gave a sheepish smile and scratched his head, ruffling his short brown hair as his shoulders giving a subtle shrug.

"Cabal don't like low flying craft. Not my fault they're all walking tanks. I'm sorry if it'll be a lot of work though..."Frost said. Holliday shook her head and glanced out at the docking bar. She could spot Frost's tathered ship from where she stood and gave a sly smile. Frost knew that look, it was one of excitement. Holliday loved her job, but more importantly she loved ships. Repairing Frost's bucket of bolts would be a weekend outing for her.

"It'll be tough, but you can make it up to me later. Anyway you're going to be without a ship for a few days, is that ok?" She said, turning back to the Titan. Frost nodded and glanced back down at his grimoire. Truth be told, his transportation would be provided for him for this next mission. It wasn't one that he understood yet though, in fact there were bare minimum details to go on. The Speaker had requested him personally, along with several others apparently, but that was all he really knew about the task. Where were they going? And why did they need so many Guardians for it?

"Frost!" Holliday yet again snapped at Frost to get him to pay attention. Frost blinked and looked up before he saw the shipwright smiling and jutting a thumb towards a ship in the docking bay.

"That your ride? Your light bulb seems to think so." Holliday said. A quick spot check would make sense of Holliday's words. Frost's ghost, the small robotic guardian that had first brought him back to life, was now flying towards the docked shuttle. Frost gave a sigh and shook his head before he jogged off after it.

"Thanks Holliday, I'll be back for that ship." He said. As Frost approached the shuttle, he noticed another Guardian already there. This must be one of his teammates. Frost's ghost gloated closer to the hunter and examined her closely before Frost walked over and snatched the ghost back in one hand.

"Sorry, he does that." Frost said before taking a seat at the other end of the shuttle.

He walked through the Tower, others getting out of his way as he did. The bones of his guantlets clacked together as he moved, heading to the ship bay. His eyes glowed a light blue color in his white and gray face. On the top of his head were three black stripes. On the side of his head were what seemed to be small antenna or wings where on a normal human being would be ears. On the base of his neck people would see his name if he didn't keep it covered up. His name was Legion-1313 or just Legion as he preferred to be called and he was an Exo, a robotic race with vast intelligence. Despite being made during the golden age though, not much remained on what they were exactly, and Legion was one to think that he was more then just machine gifted with life, that it went deeper and there was more to him then met the eye. Yet like all other Exo's he had no memory before the end of the Golden Age, he knew nothing of his past before being a Guardian and being assigned to his "Little Light" as he liked to call it.

He rarely worked with other Guardians, he felt they slowed him down in his missions and did not take orders entirely well at times. Yet here he was being forced into aiding to clear out some Fallen he could gather from what he was told. He felt it was a job meant for lower ranked Guardians unlike him but he had no choice in the matter. Now he would have to work with five other Guardians and quickly get this mission done to return to his own tasks. Upon finding the desired ship that they were to meet the others. He entered in silence without saying a word, noticing two other Guardians. He choose his seat on the port side of the ship, closest to the cockpit and sat down, awaiting for the rest of the team and getting this mission started. He took out his knife as he waited sharpening it to pass the time.

Tamara had recently returned from the Crucible, the virtual reality simulator in which guardians trained by engaging in mock combat with one another. Such was a grueling experience and realistic in every detail. Even the greatest guardians went down from time to time and the violent experience of being "reset" wasn't something easily endured. It was partly why the Crucible bore its name. It was a realm in which they slowly burned away weakness and forged one into mighty warriors.

Lowering her hood she gazed out at city, the last city, spread out beneath her. Behind her and to the left, the Cryptarch or, at least, one of his acolytes was standing at a stall like a common merchant at the local market. She was a tall woman, lithe and sinuous. She moved like a panther. She possessed long crimson hair that pooled down into her lowered hood like it was filling a basket. Turning about, she strode towards the Vanguards and then changed direction towards the shipyards, moving silently by nature. One leg was sheathed in steel plating, the other was entirely bare. At her back was her trusty scout rifle, held in place due to a magnetic sling.

"I don't like leaving behind our jump ship," the small metallic floating hedgehog that was her ghost said, "f things go wrong and one of the team takes off in the shuttle what happens to the rest of us?"

"We are guardians my neurotic little friend," Tamara replied, "We do not abandon one another like the Fallen do."

"Guardians are still human," the small ball countered, "Have you read the surviving accounts of the Collapse? How the humans trampled each other in their haste to escape?"

"Those weren't Guardians," the huntress argued, "They weren't trained to defend themselves. It was the Golden Age. They hadn't seen a war in centuries."

"I'm just saying. I don't like having only one exit strategy. You guardians are far too sure of yourselves, so brash, so chaotic. We ghosts are like to make strategize."

"Yes. Yes. I know this argument. You want me being more patient and not rushing in. Have I ever gotten us into something we couldn't handle?"

"There's always a first time and that often ends up being the last too. Hold on... I'm receiving the transmit lockon."

As they entered the hangar bays past the Cryptarch the small ghost detected the carrier signal of the jumpship for the mission. The transmits were handy things, used to dematerialize weapons and equipment and even cargo. In this case they were relatively short ranged teleporters. While they were blocked by any solid mass they did allow a jumpship to insert or pickup a guardian with a simple flyby making their ability to implement surgical strikes akin to legendary. Locking onto that signal Tamara's ghost sent the confirmation that resulted in them being transported aboard in a shimmering column of light.

Spectre smiled as he spoke with Banshee, the old gunsmith nodded as they chatted about firearms and battles long past. Spectre had just stopped by to give Banshee some weapons he found in a golden age cache, he owed him for their last card game. That’s when he heard approaching footsteps, he turned and was greeted with Amanda Holliday and Cayde-6. He gave them a warm smile that spoke to his worry. “Is this an intervention about my pranks on the Vanguard? Because their is no way I’m stopping until Zavala apologizes for what he did.”

“No, you’ve got a mission, straight from the council, my call to put you on the team so don’t disappoint. Holliday’s going to give you special gear” Cayde replied before continuing “Oh and before I forget you're taking a shuttle, docking bay thirty-three twenty minutes till launch move it Spectre.” Said Cayde as he walked back towards the hall of guardians for no doubt angry he couldn’t go with them.

Holliday ran him through the tech, even gave him two beacons which were getting rarer by the day, thanks to the cabal. What ever the council thought was down there scared them bad. These beacons would let them talk to the tower and send transmissions back without fear of interception from the Fallen. After the long run down of tech procedures that he already knew and a punch in the shoulder for luck Holliday let him go, of course on the way out he did happen to ‘borrow’ a demolition charge, just in case. He walked down to the docking bay smiling he entered the shuttle first storing his crate of tech and making sure it was latched down tight. He then looked at those already on board taking a seat as he donned his helmet “So who here besides me thinks the council is lying outs it ass about the mission parameters?”