I just started downloading 2.0 about an hour ago...
All those necessary Compatibility Packs...
...
I am clearly being challenged right now.
All those necessary Compatibility Packs...
...
I am clearly being challenged right now.
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I'm on the 360 and PS4, update is taking forever.
Seems to be a known issue last time I checked their forums.
Awesome to see most of us own a 360, we may be able to make this fireteam real yet.
@ShiningSector @Andromedai it would be fun if we got together and did the new raid together. If enough of were on the same console.
Hopefully that is the case. I only own the Xbox 360.
As we await the next post, who here (who plays Destiny of course) is excited for Patch 2.0 to arrive tomorrow?
I sincerely apologize if my piece appears overwhelming.
Simon had made himself begrudgingly comfortable into one of the finely crafted seats within the shuttle, still feeling alien to the deceptive surroundings that contradicted the ship’s rough external appearance. The first member of the assembled Guardians and the included Eliksni, was Andromedai, a well known Guardian who needed little introductions and was the apparent leader of the Fireteam of this mission. Though if there was a proper term given the circumstances, Simon would consider this force a well armed platoon if anything. Andromedai eventually vacated the space and headed back to the cockpit where her Ghost, Orion, gave the briefing.
Orion detailed the location of their assignment was some area called the Exclusion Zone. Simon instantly imagines the ever tightly Cabal controlled sector of Mars’s Meridian Bay; a heavily fortified area where hundreds of Cabal operated outposts and installations meant to ward off incursions or dissuade anyone from even trying to access or even tamper with the hulking giants’ assets. Currently however, the Cabal’s Sand Eater Legion has been hard pressed by not only Guardians that have since penetrated once secured perimeter but the seemingly endless tides of hostile Vex machines that occasionally clash with the tired Legion. But this particular sector was on Earth however going by Orion's choice of words.
Andromedai’s Ghost then explained further that their specific objective was tied to a new Fallen House identified as the House of Blight that resides within this 'Exclusion Zone'. Due to this House of Blight’s quite noticeable and remarkable resourcefulness of acquiring weaponry and gear of an impressive nature any Fallen House would be jealous of, it was speculated that this particular House may not be happening upon this equipment but rather receiving help from an unknown provider. Another House maybe? It was the most logical conclusion since most other Fallen Houses at least maintained communication with one another despite their rivalries; any one else probably had little reason to speak with a charismatic voice and let their weapon so the talking.
Orion then brought the Fireteam’s mission objectives to attention and thoroughly explained the details. Their objectives were the locating and elimination of any local outposts within the mission AO (Area of Operation) after securing any vital intel either on the House or the possible supplier. Aside from securing a former military compound to allow full coordination with the shuttle to provide precision airstrike, their main goal was the main facility the House of Blight where they would hope to capture or, taking into the Ghost’s personal comment, kill whomever leads the newly formed House as well as the acquiring of any further information on their own or any affiliated operations. Orion furthermore detailed the existence of heavy artillery and an unidentified war machine, proving the threat House of Blight posed.
After the mission briefing, Andromedai’s Ghost thus began to explain to explain the ground rules aboard the shuttle but Simon decided not to give this segment much of his undivided attention and allowed Cipher to monitor and address the details should they turn up. After Orion had finished his part, he quickly vanished from existence just as the Ghost had appeared to brief them. Minutes later, Andromedai returned from the cockpit, explaining that the flight was to take possibly several hours and advised everyone to basically meet and great as a team building exercise. With the time it was going to take to get there, he’d might as well get to know the rest of his team.
The first Guardian to introduce themselves was Aiden-12, a Titan who hailed from Venus. Based on the a few reports he’d gone over with the Vanguard, Aiden-12 has exhibited a rather active personality for Exo that has been described as maniacal at times. Simon could only hope this Exo maintains his cool, especially on a mission like this until the weapons-free order is given. Aiden-12’s attention seemed to be drawn to yet another Titan in the room Simon also found to be ill equipped. This discovery did not appeal too well to him as he considered the circumstances and the dangers of this mission. This recruit appeared to show some experience but how far would that get him however? More importantly though, was he ready? Simon noted this and was sure to speak to Andromedai on the topic later.
The next member of the Fireteam had at first remained cloaked in a transparent veil that Simon was quick to identify the moment he caught the Hunter’s visual distortion within the shuttle; an effect he had seen several times while participating on official business with the Vanguard while working with other Hunter and even in the Crucible when he competed against them. Once the Guardian had openly de-cloaked, the Hunter identified himself as Spectre whom revealed his nativity to Mars as the place of rebirth into a Guardian. Spectre spoke with high confidence and assurance of his role; admirable traits for sure if they didn’t come off as boasting or being cocky, thinking little of the House of Blight when comparing such previous threats such as Skolas and the Kell’s House or Wolves or even Crota. Simon was sure Spectre was skilled if he was able to conquer such threats but questioned the Hunter’s overall reliability to the group as a whole.
The next introduction came from the Eliknsi everyone had been keeping their eyes on cautiously the moment they saw him. Their new Fallen member soon called himself Kazik whom revealed his relevance to the mission with personal knowledge of how other Fallen operated which would prove useful if they are to encounter this new House very soon. Though it was harder to make out what an Eliknsi could be thinking of or where their attention was set to due to their unfamiliar expressions that was rarely examined upon, Simon could make out an initial interest with Kazik as he too was also scanning and observing the occupants within the craft.
However, it appeared that Kazik also found the newborn Guardian Simon now recalled as Galen a subject to the Eliksni’s fascination. Kazik said nothing on this, leading Simon to surmise the Eliksni was either intrigued by Galen’s unimpressive setup or, hopefully, concerned for the Guardian’s well being. Simon knew that a Khvostov 7G-02 would do little against a Fallen Walker if one did show up and hoped Galen would soon be more properly equipped in time should the encounter be realized.
Kazik continued and revealed himself as a gambler as well, producing several unique coins, Strange Coins as they were commonly called, as tokens for a game of poker Spectre had brought up in light of Andromedai’s earlier suggestion. A Fallen that can gamble, thought Simon, amused on the subject but he too knew that the concept shouldn’t be foreign to the Eliksni either; it was simply the image of Kazik playing cards with a Guardian that humored him. Shifting topics while still maintaining focus specifically towards Spectre, Kazik seemed to have reinforced the House of Blight’s credibility as threat worth taking seriously, confirming the need in sending a force larger than a Raid Team to adequately deal with the House.
It was becoming apparent that Spectre was now becoming the object of questionable attention as another Guardian Simon had observed glancing at the confident Hunter manifested some sort of lesser regard in her expression as if she knew Spectre herself. However she did not comment with any similar directed words used by Kazik but capitalized on the Eliksni’s agreement on the necessity of team building through gambling as unusual the way she put it was. Simon eventually remembered, with the help of Cipher digging up past records, this Hunter’s name was Kala whom was also as experienced as Spectre.
Simon almost immediately recognized the next Guardian by the name of Zeruel before the Exo Warlock’s Ghost name Veruna spoke up and introduced him to the rest of the Fireteam. As Zeruel’s Ghost had explained, the Warlock’s ability to speak had been rendered inoperable and thus Veruna now carries the responsibility for being the Guardian’s voice. Simon had glanced over Zeruel’s mission report before that detailed Exo’s ill-fated injury and more but decided to leave such personal information alone. Though from what he had deduced however, Zeruel would prove useful to this mission as well; time will tell of course.
Seeing as everyone has spoken up thus far, Simon decided that it was his turn for an introduction. During the entire time listening and observing his other teammates, Simon had laid back within his seat unknowingly that he had quickly grown accustomed to the well cushioned and leather. Realizing this fact, especially when he was taking the initiative to speak his piece, sat upright and corrected his posture, holding the replicated Helm of Saint-14 within his lap. "I already know of a few of you though I believe many of you may have seen me from time to time. You may call me Simon, I primarily work for the Vanguard and occasionally with Lord Shaxx in training new Guardians and sometimes participating in high risk missions at times. And this here is my partner Cipher."
"Howdy, pleased to meet you all." Simon's Ghost greeted while phasing into reality.
Leaning forward in his seat, Simon extracted ten Strange Coins out from one of his Mark pouches and neatly spread them across the table. "Now Commander Zavala has ordered me not to gamble while working with new recruits on the field...However that was roughly an hour ago and I am a competitive sort while off shift. Since the point of this is to learn from one another before plunging into Traveler knows where, I'm currently interested in what each of your game faces look like."
Orion detailed the location of their assignment was some area called the Exclusion Zone. Simon instantly imagines the ever tightly Cabal controlled sector of Mars’s Meridian Bay; a heavily fortified area where hundreds of Cabal operated outposts and installations meant to ward off incursions or dissuade anyone from even trying to access or even tamper with the hulking giants’ assets. Currently however, the Cabal’s Sand Eater Legion has been hard pressed by not only Guardians that have since penetrated once secured perimeter but the seemingly endless tides of hostile Vex machines that occasionally clash with the tired Legion. But this particular sector was on Earth however going by Orion's choice of words.
Andromedai’s Ghost then explained further that their specific objective was tied to a new Fallen House identified as the House of Blight that resides within this 'Exclusion Zone'. Due to this House of Blight’s quite noticeable and remarkable resourcefulness of acquiring weaponry and gear of an impressive nature any Fallen House would be jealous of, it was speculated that this particular House may not be happening upon this equipment but rather receiving help from an unknown provider. Another House maybe? It was the most logical conclusion since most other Fallen Houses at least maintained communication with one another despite their rivalries; any one else probably had little reason to speak with a charismatic voice and let their weapon so the talking.
Orion then brought the Fireteam’s mission objectives to attention and thoroughly explained the details. Their objectives were the locating and elimination of any local outposts within the mission AO (Area of Operation) after securing any vital intel either on the House or the possible supplier. Aside from securing a former military compound to allow full coordination with the shuttle to provide precision airstrike, their main goal was the main facility the House of Blight where they would hope to capture or, taking into the Ghost’s personal comment, kill whomever leads the newly formed House as well as the acquiring of any further information on their own or any affiliated operations. Orion furthermore detailed the existence of heavy artillery and an unidentified war machine, proving the threat House of Blight posed.
After the mission briefing, Andromedai’s Ghost thus began to explain to explain the ground rules aboard the shuttle but Simon decided not to give this segment much of his undivided attention and allowed Cipher to monitor and address the details should they turn up. After Orion had finished his part, he quickly vanished from existence just as the Ghost had appeared to brief them. Minutes later, Andromedai returned from the cockpit, explaining that the flight was to take possibly several hours and advised everyone to basically meet and great as a team building exercise. With the time it was going to take to get there, he’d might as well get to know the rest of his team.
The first Guardian to introduce themselves was Aiden-12, a Titan who hailed from Venus. Based on the a few reports he’d gone over with the Vanguard, Aiden-12 has exhibited a rather active personality for Exo that has been described as maniacal at times. Simon could only hope this Exo maintains his cool, especially on a mission like this until the weapons-free order is given. Aiden-12’s attention seemed to be drawn to yet another Titan in the room Simon also found to be ill equipped. This discovery did not appeal too well to him as he considered the circumstances and the dangers of this mission. This recruit appeared to show some experience but how far would that get him however? More importantly though, was he ready? Simon noted this and was sure to speak to Andromedai on the topic later.
The next member of the Fireteam had at first remained cloaked in a transparent veil that Simon was quick to identify the moment he caught the Hunter’s visual distortion within the shuttle; an effect he had seen several times while participating on official business with the Vanguard while working with other Hunter and even in the Crucible when he competed against them. Once the Guardian had openly de-cloaked, the Hunter identified himself as Spectre whom revealed his nativity to Mars as the place of rebirth into a Guardian. Spectre spoke with high confidence and assurance of his role; admirable traits for sure if they didn’t come off as boasting or being cocky, thinking little of the House of Blight when comparing such previous threats such as Skolas and the Kell’s House or Wolves or even Crota. Simon was sure Spectre was skilled if he was able to conquer such threats but questioned the Hunter’s overall reliability to the group as a whole.
The next introduction came from the Eliknsi everyone had been keeping their eyes on cautiously the moment they saw him. Their new Fallen member soon called himself Kazik whom revealed his relevance to the mission with personal knowledge of how other Fallen operated which would prove useful if they are to encounter this new House very soon. Though it was harder to make out what an Eliknsi could be thinking of or where their attention was set to due to their unfamiliar expressions that was rarely examined upon, Simon could make out an initial interest with Kazik as he too was also scanning and observing the occupants within the craft.
However, it appeared that Kazik also found the newborn Guardian Simon now recalled as Galen a subject to the Eliksni’s fascination. Kazik said nothing on this, leading Simon to surmise the Eliksni was either intrigued by Galen’s unimpressive setup or, hopefully, concerned for the Guardian’s well being. Simon knew that a Khvostov 7G-02 would do little against a Fallen Walker if one did show up and hoped Galen would soon be more properly equipped in time should the encounter be realized.
Kazik continued and revealed himself as a gambler as well, producing several unique coins, Strange Coins as they were commonly called, as tokens for a game of poker Spectre had brought up in light of Andromedai’s earlier suggestion. A Fallen that can gamble, thought Simon, amused on the subject but he too knew that the concept shouldn’t be foreign to the Eliksni either; it was simply the image of Kazik playing cards with a Guardian that humored him. Shifting topics while still maintaining focus specifically towards Spectre, Kazik seemed to have reinforced the House of Blight’s credibility as threat worth taking seriously, confirming the need in sending a force larger than a Raid Team to adequately deal with the House.
It was becoming apparent that Spectre was now becoming the object of questionable attention as another Guardian Simon had observed glancing at the confident Hunter manifested some sort of lesser regard in her expression as if she knew Spectre herself. However she did not comment with any similar directed words used by Kazik but capitalized on the Eliksni’s agreement on the necessity of team building through gambling as unusual the way she put it was. Simon eventually remembered, with the help of Cipher digging up past records, this Hunter’s name was Kala whom was also as experienced as Spectre.
Simon almost immediately recognized the next Guardian by the name of Zeruel before the Exo Warlock’s Ghost name Veruna spoke up and introduced him to the rest of the Fireteam. As Zeruel’s Ghost had explained, the Warlock’s ability to speak had been rendered inoperable and thus Veruna now carries the responsibility for being the Guardian’s voice. Simon had glanced over Zeruel’s mission report before that detailed Exo’s ill-fated injury and more but decided to leave such personal information alone. Though from what he had deduced however, Zeruel would prove useful to this mission as well; time will tell of course.
Seeing as everyone has spoken up thus far, Simon decided that it was his turn for an introduction. During the entire time listening and observing his other teammates, Simon had laid back within his seat unknowingly that he had quickly grown accustomed to the well cushioned and leather. Realizing this fact, especially when he was taking the initiative to speak his piece, sat upright and corrected his posture, holding the replicated Helm of Saint-14 within his lap. "I already know of a few of you though I believe many of you may have seen me from time to time. You may call me Simon, I primarily work for the Vanguard and occasionally with Lord Shaxx in training new Guardians and sometimes participating in high risk missions at times. And this here is my partner Cipher."
"Howdy, pleased to meet you all." Simon's Ghost greeted while phasing into reality.
Leaning forward in his seat, Simon extracted ten Strange Coins out from one of his Mark pouches and neatly spread them across the table. "Now Commander Zavala has ordered me not to gamble while working with new recruits on the field...However that was roughly an hour ago and I am a competitive sort while off shift. Since the point of this is to learn from one another before plunging into Traveler knows where, I'm currently interested in what each of your game faces look like."
Post is up now, been awhile since I wrote a action/suspenseful scene.
I apologize if the post is overwhelming...As you can see I went to town on it.
I apologize if the post is overwhelming...As you can see I went to town on it.
Rayland’s assailant was proving to be quite an effective if not horrifying foe as he darted around the room for his life. His HUD had just about mapped the attacker’s anatomy, revealing a large upper-body body bulk of armor and rearing an insectoid like head with its single eye ever so glued to him. Its long organic limbs propelled this creature into a rapid and clumsy crawl, knocking over desks and another devices not nailed to the floor all the while keeping up with the former AISC as he utilized his suit’s boosters to keep him at a distance.
To his annoyance, Rayland’s Sub-Repeater seemed ineffective as the crackling energized bolts slammed into and then dispersed harmlessly against some sort of field surrounding the alien. He growled as he jinked quickly to his right just in time to avoid scythe-like arm from dividing him in two. The sharp bladed limb demonstrated its lethality as it sliced effortlessly through a desk of steel and hard plastic components.
Regret was flooding his mind as he frantically kept his distance; he knew that this was a bad idea but he did not allow himself to think any of this through; or at least not thoroughly enough. Accidentally pulling a firearm on a fellow crew member had been the last straw on his tolerance for these haunting images this thing had been creating. He could have reported this to Sel once more but at the time, he was sure he would had been confined to quarters with the silhouettes free to harass him further; indefinitely driving him to madness.
He could have also concluded several other outcomes had his decisions been more cooperative and precise. Rayland could have talked to the poor officer whose was nearly the victim of his own firearm and explain the situation to her rationally. He could have talked to anyone about this! Hell, there was even that new crewman aboard who even specialized in counseling and he had never thought to address this to her either. It was irrationally thinking at best and it had gotten the better of him; he was now currently alone, outside in an unknown environment, and being chased back a horrific monstrosity wanting to end him in probably the most bloodiest ways possible. In short, he messed up, big time.
But now was not the time to worry about the past as he knew he himself made the choice to come here against logic or protocol and now Rayland was going to own up and deal with it.
Rayland cut his jump jets and slid to a halt next to a nearby pillar in the room and quickly turned to face the alien closing in on him. Just as the creature lunged for him, Rayland quickly dived below it, feeling the rough friction of his armor scraping against the alien’s through the entire process. Have successfully evaded the attack, Rayland relished the brief satisfaction as creature crashed into the pillar hard without enough momentum to break right through its structure and hit the ground on the other end.
While taking advantage of the moment to catch his breath, Rayland maintained his aim on the fallen alien which had remained motionless after running into the stone-like structure. He shifted his position slowly, flanking around his attacker to get a better look at it though the surrounding dust was making things difficult to analyze. But given the brief glimpses, it appeared to be cybernetic but to what extent? Clearly this thing was much larger than him so was it a combat machine or perhaps power armor?
“Captin Sul’tari! Do you read?” came a familier and somewhat agitated voice through his helmet’s built-in comms array.
“Y-yeah I read you…” Rayland replied, still frantically taking in oxygen.
“What’s your status? Where are you?”
“I’m fine. I just got attacked by…whatever the hell this thing is; I think it’s down. I’m on the eighth floor, section…Ahh…” looking around, Rayland tried to look for this room’s identification header but unfortunately he could not locate it. “…Shit, I don’t know.”
“…Stay put, we already got a fix on you. Try to make yourself visible if you can.”
Thinking about the voice more, it probably belonged to the Sergeant from before who now sounded concerned than angry. Turning he head, he slowly made his way to the room’s overwatch balcony, now that the shudders had retracted, allowing him to see the rest of the pen and his ship that securely rested in it. Looking at his outside surroundings, he could identify several combat personnel moving about frantically and looking up at him, probably verifying his position. He could imagine anyone over the Battlenet was coordinating without other personnel in the area.
For a moment, Rayland began to ponder what was going to become of him since he did violate protocol. Certainly not a court marshal given his contract but he could see a shift in command of his own ship. The brig of course was sounding more and more likely as he began to think about it. All he knew was that his fate was sealed one way or another.
Then came a sound he didn’t anticipate hearing from his suit’s external audio capture.
Behind him, definitely coming from the downed creature was the aching grunts of a bipedal female being. There was clear mechanical static infused with the groans which confirmed the entire body was some sort of powered suit. Rayland kept his Sub-Repeater trained on the suit has he cautiously approached it.
“I think there’s someone inside…” he unintentionally said aloud.
“…What are you-” the guard Sergeant began but the voice suddenly cut out.
The groans he was hearing slowly began to turning into snarls and the female tones mutated into something electronically bestial. Internal lights flashed within the suit as it slowly began to rise from the pillar’s debris, shaking off anything of excess that was still on it.
“I don’t know if you guys can hear me be but this thing is getting up!” Rayland frantically announced as he maintained his aim on the combat suit.
Suddenly the red insectoid eye of the suit swerved and stopped on him once more. Rayland naturally gulped in suspense as he waited for what this thing was about to do now that he was practically trapped. Sure enough as he anticipated, the alien suit suddenly lunged at him before he could even pull the trigger and bull rushed him into the overwatch frames. The shear impact made the former AISC gasp for air has he felt a sense of weightless over take him as he found himself falling out of the section with the his cybernetic attacker right on him. The two uncontrollably entered into a free fall while Rayland helplessly punched away at the dense armor of scythe-arm-carrying combat suit before the collided with the top of the Infamous Alto with a loud thud that vibrated throughout the ship as if a meteor at impacted its shields.
The second impact at first was just enough to knock Rayland unconscious but his NVP suit objected to this given the situation and forced him back into consciousness via the tapping of his neurotransmitters throughout his brain. Rayland quickly relocated himself not on the top of the Infamous Alto as he remembered but under it. He figured the impact was at an imperfect angle which caused his limb body at the time to fall off; seemed right as he was feeling pain all over.
Struggling with the pain his NVP suit was quickly trying to tone down, Rayland managed at least to sit up but trouble seemed to already be right on top of him. The alien crawled from above the ship, glaring down back at the Captain with it's single red eye, positioning itself to lunge at him once more. Rayland frantically tried to pull himself up, knowing that if he did not move he was a sitting duck. Just as the combat suit jumped into the air and dived straight for him, Rayland hit his jump jets once more and dashed away just in time to see the alien's scythes rip the ground apart from where he originally lay. Though he was able to dodge the attack, he had panicked in that moment and collided into a nearby wall of the ship bay just to escape certain death from being sliced open.
Virtually pinned once more, Rayland redeployed his Sub-Repeater and open fired on the alien, watching in dismay as his rounds dispersed once more against its barrier. His HUD was picking up allied movement around him, converging on his position to assist but would they make it time? He mentally prayed that was the case as the alien death machine charged once more.
To his annoyance, Rayland’s Sub-Repeater seemed ineffective as the crackling energized bolts slammed into and then dispersed harmlessly against some sort of field surrounding the alien. He growled as he jinked quickly to his right just in time to avoid scythe-like arm from dividing him in two. The sharp bladed limb demonstrated its lethality as it sliced effortlessly through a desk of steel and hard plastic components.
Regret was flooding his mind as he frantically kept his distance; he knew that this was a bad idea but he did not allow himself to think any of this through; or at least not thoroughly enough. Accidentally pulling a firearm on a fellow crew member had been the last straw on his tolerance for these haunting images this thing had been creating. He could have reported this to Sel once more but at the time, he was sure he would had been confined to quarters with the silhouettes free to harass him further; indefinitely driving him to madness.
He could have also concluded several other outcomes had his decisions been more cooperative and precise. Rayland could have talked to the poor officer whose was nearly the victim of his own firearm and explain the situation to her rationally. He could have talked to anyone about this! Hell, there was even that new crewman aboard who even specialized in counseling and he had never thought to address this to her either. It was irrationally thinking at best and it had gotten the better of him; he was now currently alone, outside in an unknown environment, and being chased back a horrific monstrosity wanting to end him in probably the most bloodiest ways possible. In short, he messed up, big time.
But now was not the time to worry about the past as he knew he himself made the choice to come here against logic or protocol and now Rayland was going to own up and deal with it.
Rayland cut his jump jets and slid to a halt next to a nearby pillar in the room and quickly turned to face the alien closing in on him. Just as the creature lunged for him, Rayland quickly dived below it, feeling the rough friction of his armor scraping against the alien’s through the entire process. Have successfully evaded the attack, Rayland relished the brief satisfaction as creature crashed into the pillar hard without enough momentum to break right through its structure and hit the ground on the other end.
While taking advantage of the moment to catch his breath, Rayland maintained his aim on the fallen alien which had remained motionless after running into the stone-like structure. He shifted his position slowly, flanking around his attacker to get a better look at it though the surrounding dust was making things difficult to analyze. But given the brief glimpses, it appeared to be cybernetic but to what extent? Clearly this thing was much larger than him so was it a combat machine or perhaps power armor?
“Captin Sul’tari! Do you read?” came a familier and somewhat agitated voice through his helmet’s built-in comms array.
“Y-yeah I read you…” Rayland replied, still frantically taking in oxygen.
“What’s your status? Where are you?”
“I’m fine. I just got attacked by…whatever the hell this thing is; I think it’s down. I’m on the eighth floor, section…Ahh…” looking around, Rayland tried to look for this room’s identification header but unfortunately he could not locate it. “…Shit, I don’t know.”
“…Stay put, we already got a fix on you. Try to make yourself visible if you can.”
Thinking about the voice more, it probably belonged to the Sergeant from before who now sounded concerned than angry. Turning he head, he slowly made his way to the room’s overwatch balcony, now that the shudders had retracted, allowing him to see the rest of the pen and his ship that securely rested in it. Looking at his outside surroundings, he could identify several combat personnel moving about frantically and looking up at him, probably verifying his position. He could imagine anyone over the Battlenet was coordinating without other personnel in the area.
For a moment, Rayland began to ponder what was going to become of him since he did violate protocol. Certainly not a court marshal given his contract but he could see a shift in command of his own ship. The brig of course was sounding more and more likely as he began to think about it. All he knew was that his fate was sealed one way or another.
Then came a sound he didn’t anticipate hearing from his suit’s external audio capture.
Behind him, definitely coming from the downed creature was the aching grunts of a bipedal female being. There was clear mechanical static infused with the groans which confirmed the entire body was some sort of powered suit. Rayland kept his Sub-Repeater trained on the suit has he cautiously approached it.
“I think there’s someone inside…” he unintentionally said aloud.
“…What are you-” the guard Sergeant began but the voice suddenly cut out.
The groans he was hearing slowly began to turning into snarls and the female tones mutated into something electronically bestial. Internal lights flashed within the suit as it slowly began to rise from the pillar’s debris, shaking off anything of excess that was still on it.
“I don’t know if you guys can hear me be but this thing is getting up!” Rayland frantically announced as he maintained his aim on the combat suit.
Suddenly the red insectoid eye of the suit swerved and stopped on him once more. Rayland naturally gulped in suspense as he waited for what this thing was about to do now that he was practically trapped. Sure enough as he anticipated, the alien suit suddenly lunged at him before he could even pull the trigger and bull rushed him into the overwatch frames. The shear impact made the former AISC gasp for air has he felt a sense of weightless over take him as he found himself falling out of the section with the his cybernetic attacker right on him. The two uncontrollably entered into a free fall while Rayland helplessly punched away at the dense armor of scythe-arm-carrying combat suit before the collided with the top of the Infamous Alto with a loud thud that vibrated throughout the ship as if a meteor at impacted its shields.
The second impact at first was just enough to knock Rayland unconscious but his NVP suit objected to this given the situation and forced him back into consciousness via the tapping of his neurotransmitters throughout his brain. Rayland quickly relocated himself not on the top of the Infamous Alto as he remembered but under it. He figured the impact was at an imperfect angle which caused his limb body at the time to fall off; seemed right as he was feeling pain all over.
Struggling with the pain his NVP suit was quickly trying to tone down, Rayland managed at least to sit up but trouble seemed to already be right on top of him. The alien crawled from above the ship, glaring down back at the Captain with it's single red eye, positioning itself to lunge at him once more. Rayland frantically tried to pull himself up, knowing that if he did not move he was a sitting duck. Just as the combat suit jumped into the air and dived straight for him, Rayland hit his jump jets once more and dashed away just in time to see the alien's scythes rip the ground apart from where he originally lay. Though he was able to dodge the attack, he had panicked in that moment and collided into a nearby wall of the ship bay just to escape certain death from being sliced open.
Virtually pinned once more, Rayland redeployed his Sub-Repeater and open fired on the alien, watching in dismay as his rounds dispersed once more against its barrier. His HUD was picking up allied movement around him, converging on his position to assist but would they make it time? He mentally prayed that was the case as the alien death machine charged once more.
My Post is all set and ready to go. If everyone is satisfied with their pieces, I'll forward mine and move on. If you still have character interactions still pending I would advise wrapping that up.
"Incoming! Get behind me, now!"
A swelling surge of condensed Arc energy vomited forth from an assaulting Hive Knight's Boomer and made headway for a group of organised Guardians. The Fireteam comprised of four wielders of the Traveler's Light though each was uniquely special in their own right. There was Zack, a recently reborn Gunslinger Hunter whom also as of late, learned of his key talent of the Golden Gun. Howl-23, a Warlock whom also had been just days ago blessed and imbued with revitalizing Light back into his near-human inner works had quickly grasped the concepts of the devastating Void infused Nova Bomb; a feared skill only native to the Voidwalkers. Then there was Sonya the Titan, while also being relatively new to her contemporary life as a Guardian had already mastered her innate abilities as a Striker; specifically the fearsome Fist of Havoc.
But the forth member of the group was far more experienced and intimidating in physical being compared to his newborn counterparts and was perhaps the sole factor of attention the Knight and its own cronies of Acolytes and Thralls were more concerned with. Simon was also a Guardian and a Titan as well but unlike his troupe of recruits still wearing nothing but their durable bodysuits and scavenged cloth and robes their own Ghosts had put together, he was fully armored from head to toe, seals and insignias of the Vanguard and the Lords of the Iron Banner engraved into the finely shaped Plasteel covering his body.
Just before the Arc-based mortar could connect, Simon summoned the Light within him and casted a great dome of Void energy around his team, known as the Ward of Dawn. The round fired from the Knight's Boomer impacted the bubble and dispersed harmlessly as it's own energies were converted and then generated into Orbs of Lights. In stubborn frustration, the Hive doubled their efforts and charged forward at the seemingly trapped, discharging more Arc mortars and now Void darts at the Defender's barrier as a swarm of Thrall made a mad dash for the Guardians, the lanky and skeletal-like abominations hungry for their Light.
"On my signal, back out of the bubble as fast as you can! I'm going to bring them all in one spot. Understood?" said Simon while he maintained his Ward of Dawn.
"Yes, sir!" the other Guardians respectively confirmed in unison.
Despite their own decrepitness, the Thralls were ever-surprisingly nimble and in no time were already on top of the barrier, lunging at the Guardians within and wanting nothing more but to tear their apart.
"Now!" ordered Simon once the first Thrall's hideous maw phased through the Ward.
Zack quickly Blinked out from existance while Howl-23 and Sonya jumped out with haste, leaving only Simon as the bubble's only occupant and dish to the hungry Thralls. But what the Hive didn't know what they they were the ones who were trapped. Almost immediately, the violet light brimming from Simon's heavily plated earthborn Centurion-like helm glowed intensely and so did the Ward of Dawn until its Light radiated in the same likeness as a star. The nearby Thralls and Acolytes screeched in displeasure as their eyes were overloaded by the untamable light before them, halting their attack where as the Knights in the rear shielded their faces, unable to fight with the current state of affairs against them.
While the minions of the Hive were stunned, Simon dematerialized the Ward of Dawn and raised his Auto Rifle up and took aim. "They're stunned, this is your chance! Finish them off!"
The Guardian recruits gladly replied as they summoned their Light powered abilities and unleashed them upon the still flinching living-husks of the Hive. Sonya leaped into the horde of Thralls with Arc lighting dazzling from her combined fists and slammed into the earth, destroying rock and bone alike as her Fist of Havoc went off like a thunderclap that echoed throughout Cosmodrome Rocket Yard. Howl-23 too jumped into the air and with a menacing sphere of swirling Void energy formed in his hands, the Exo Warlock casted the the terrifying Nova Bomb upon the line of Acolytes who were too late to react after recovering from their blindness and soon were vaporized after the Nova Bomb made contact. Zack as quick as ever, ignited his own Handcannon with Solar energy, infusing the conventional weapon with fiery Light and fired the Golden Gun. Intense streams of Solar spewed forth from the muzzle and shot right through the carnage and nailed three Knights in their weathered skulls, instantly incinerating them upon contact.
Simon was a tad surprised on how the recruits were able to respond and utilize their specials talents in such efficient ways; he never got to even pull the trigger of his Auto Rifle the moment he gave the attack order. As the ash and dust cleared there was nothing remaining of the Hive force. In fact, for the moment, the entire Rocket Yard had been cleansed of its alien violators as savaged Hive husks and broken Fallen bodies laid unmoving across the snow and rust covered landscape.
"All hostiles have been eliminated. Good job you three!" Cipher, Simon's personal Ghost announced as the tiny machine materialized into reality. "I'll call in the strike order. Commander Zavala will be most pleased that another Strike Team was able to reach their objective on time."
Just after Cipher's sentence had ended, the roaring engines of three Jumpships entering the local airspace came overhead, the shadows of the large craft quickly past over the ground as three new heavily armed Guardians and their Sparrows quickly came into view, having been beamed down from their individual Jumpships. The trio sped by the accomplished Fireteam without a word but had saluted and even waved to them before making their way to their time critical objective.
"Well, that was fun." Zack humorously commented, "May we do it again?"
"I'm not sure if being surrounded by Light craving skeletons is what you should consider, 'fun'" retorted Howl-23.
"You're right Howl, but breaking them sure is!" Sonya optimistically replied.
"That's true." the Exo agreed.
"I'm confident we'll have more tasks like this at hand eventually." said Simon as he stowed his Auto Rifle to the magnetic seal on his back panel. "But I think this should do for the day. Let's head back to the Tower shall we? Drinks on me, how about that?"
The recruits looked at eachother briefly and happily nodded in unison.
===
After departing from the group of recruits so that they could attend their next set of errands and responsibilities, Simon himself had satisfied his schedule for the day and was heading towards his own quarters until Cipher had stopped following him and floated neatly n place to which Simon was quick to notice.
"Something up, Cipher?" Simon asked as he turned to his Ghost.
"Yeah, I got a message from the Speaker. Looks like we got another assignment." Cipher replied.
Figures. "Well, so much for R&R...Whats our next mission?"
"Pretty big going by the number of Guardians on this roster..."
"A Raid?" Simon tilted his head, curious in regards to the number of participant on this mission.
"I'd bet a few Glimmer on it. But this doesn't seem high priority however. Plus, we don't have any specific target up for elimination."
Simon found it odd that a large detachment of Guardians would be gathered for a task that didn't outright involve heavy fighting or the death of a high ranking entity such as Crota whom fell not too long ago. But then again, it could just his Titan bravado talking but this still didn't answer what this mission was geared to. If not warring then scouting perhaps? Simon couldn't figure that possibility around his head as a simple expert team of Hunters could efficiently and admittedly gracefully accomplish that task without his lumbering presence around.
"So, if we're not killing anyone, what are we doing then?"
"I'm sure this may involve snapping a few necks or putting a bullet holes in someone if need be but from what I can gather...Without speculating over some of this red tape...We're spearheading an investigation of some sorts."
Simon simply stared at Cipher whom quickly realized the blunt phrase would not compute with the Titan. "...There's not a whole lot of details I'm afraid but it does seem we'll be debriefed on it shortly. I've already got our rendezvous location where the other Guardians assigned to the mission will meet at."
"Guess we can't complain can we? Alright then, lead the way."
===
"...Huh..."
Simon arrived at the rendezvous point Cipher lead him too. Before him was a large bulky IPF-D77 shuttle, a tough but an old model craft compared to the more sleeker and possibly faster shuttles as well. Amusingly though despite its size, the IPF-D77 acted like a old-Japan era ninja as much of its electronics and structured avionics allowed it to run almost unnoticeable to anyone who wasn't looking up. Regardless of the old shuttle's appearance, Simon refrained from dissing the shuttle and made his way around the shuttle, watching the engineers and other crew readying the aircraft.
Upon boarding the craft, he could see this shuttle was still full of surprises as the interior was neatly designed and decorated by someone with very fine tastes. If anything else, this clearly combat oriented shuttle would have been fitting for a famous VIP or rich business tycoon; if they still existed of course. Everyone nowadays was more concerned with either staying alive under the Traveler's constant protection or killing off anything that deemed to threaten that protection. Honestly, this craft seemed a bit much for those who's new found purpose was to forever fight the Darkness on almost any front; but the change in scenery wasn't unwelcomed however.
He soon found that most of his soon-to-be squadmates had already arrived and made themselves comfortable. However, the sight of a Fallen in their midst did make him uneasy. He personally read up the Eliksni race and knew of their endeavors, or what was known anyway from exchanges of cultural information that didn't lead to a bullet in someone's brain. Simon himself had visited the Reef before and had conversed with Variks too but the cold fact that cleaving though Fallen pirates and scavengers was almost considered a daily routine for most Guardians including him, put Simon in a rather uncomfortable position.
Nonetheless however, he learned to keep such things to himself and surmised this Eliksni turncoat served some importance to this mission. For the time, he would leave that clear fact alone until it presented itself. The moment was probably come soon so he would need to find himself a seat.
"Greetings everyone." Simon simply announced, putting hand up in a friendly waving gesture.
A swelling surge of condensed Arc energy vomited forth from an assaulting Hive Knight's Boomer and made headway for a group of organised Guardians. The Fireteam comprised of four wielders of the Traveler's Light though each was uniquely special in their own right. There was Zack, a recently reborn Gunslinger Hunter whom also as of late, learned of his key talent of the Golden Gun. Howl-23, a Warlock whom also had been just days ago blessed and imbued with revitalizing Light back into his near-human inner works had quickly grasped the concepts of the devastating Void infused Nova Bomb; a feared skill only native to the Voidwalkers. Then there was Sonya the Titan, while also being relatively new to her contemporary life as a Guardian had already mastered her innate abilities as a Striker; specifically the fearsome Fist of Havoc.
But the forth member of the group was far more experienced and intimidating in physical being compared to his newborn counterparts and was perhaps the sole factor of attention the Knight and its own cronies of Acolytes and Thralls were more concerned with. Simon was also a Guardian and a Titan as well but unlike his troupe of recruits still wearing nothing but their durable bodysuits and scavenged cloth and robes their own Ghosts had put together, he was fully armored from head to toe, seals and insignias of the Vanguard and the Lords of the Iron Banner engraved into the finely shaped Plasteel covering his body.
Just before the Arc-based mortar could connect, Simon summoned the Light within him and casted a great dome of Void energy around his team, known as the Ward of Dawn. The round fired from the Knight's Boomer impacted the bubble and dispersed harmlessly as it's own energies were converted and then generated into Orbs of Lights. In stubborn frustration, the Hive doubled their efforts and charged forward at the seemingly trapped, discharging more Arc mortars and now Void darts at the Defender's barrier as a swarm of Thrall made a mad dash for the Guardians, the lanky and skeletal-like abominations hungry for their Light.
"On my signal, back out of the bubble as fast as you can! I'm going to bring them all in one spot. Understood?" said Simon while he maintained his Ward of Dawn.
"Yes, sir!" the other Guardians respectively confirmed in unison.
Despite their own decrepitness, the Thralls were ever-surprisingly nimble and in no time were already on top of the barrier, lunging at the Guardians within and wanting nothing more but to tear their apart.
"Now!" ordered Simon once the first Thrall's hideous maw phased through the Ward.
Zack quickly Blinked out from existance while Howl-23 and Sonya jumped out with haste, leaving only Simon as the bubble's only occupant and dish to the hungry Thralls. But what the Hive didn't know what they they were the ones who were trapped. Almost immediately, the violet light brimming from Simon's heavily plated earthborn Centurion-like helm glowed intensely and so did the Ward of Dawn until its Light radiated in the same likeness as a star. The nearby Thralls and Acolytes screeched in displeasure as their eyes were overloaded by the untamable light before them, halting their attack where as the Knights in the rear shielded their faces, unable to fight with the current state of affairs against them.
While the minions of the Hive were stunned, Simon dematerialized the Ward of Dawn and raised his Auto Rifle up and took aim. "They're stunned, this is your chance! Finish them off!"
The Guardian recruits gladly replied as they summoned their Light powered abilities and unleashed them upon the still flinching living-husks of the Hive. Sonya leaped into the horde of Thralls with Arc lighting dazzling from her combined fists and slammed into the earth, destroying rock and bone alike as her Fist of Havoc went off like a thunderclap that echoed throughout Cosmodrome Rocket Yard. Howl-23 too jumped into the air and with a menacing sphere of swirling Void energy formed in his hands, the Exo Warlock casted the the terrifying Nova Bomb upon the line of Acolytes who were too late to react after recovering from their blindness and soon were vaporized after the Nova Bomb made contact. Zack as quick as ever, ignited his own Handcannon with Solar energy, infusing the conventional weapon with fiery Light and fired the Golden Gun. Intense streams of Solar spewed forth from the muzzle and shot right through the carnage and nailed three Knights in their weathered skulls, instantly incinerating them upon contact.
Simon was a tad surprised on how the recruits were able to respond and utilize their specials talents in such efficient ways; he never got to even pull the trigger of his Auto Rifle the moment he gave the attack order. As the ash and dust cleared there was nothing remaining of the Hive force. In fact, for the moment, the entire Rocket Yard had been cleansed of its alien violators as savaged Hive husks and broken Fallen bodies laid unmoving across the snow and rust covered landscape.
"All hostiles have been eliminated. Good job you three!" Cipher, Simon's personal Ghost announced as the tiny machine materialized into reality. "I'll call in the strike order. Commander Zavala will be most pleased that another Strike Team was able to reach their objective on time."
Just after Cipher's sentence had ended, the roaring engines of three Jumpships entering the local airspace came overhead, the shadows of the large craft quickly past over the ground as three new heavily armed Guardians and their Sparrows quickly came into view, having been beamed down from their individual Jumpships. The trio sped by the accomplished Fireteam without a word but had saluted and even waved to them before making their way to their time critical objective.
"Well, that was fun." Zack humorously commented, "May we do it again?"
"I'm not sure if being surrounded by Light craving skeletons is what you should consider, 'fun'" retorted Howl-23.
"You're right Howl, but breaking them sure is!" Sonya optimistically replied.
"That's true." the Exo agreed.
"I'm confident we'll have more tasks like this at hand eventually." said Simon as he stowed his Auto Rifle to the magnetic seal on his back panel. "But I think this should do for the day. Let's head back to the Tower shall we? Drinks on me, how about that?"
The recruits looked at eachother briefly and happily nodded in unison.
===
After departing from the group of recruits so that they could attend their next set of errands and responsibilities, Simon himself had satisfied his schedule for the day and was heading towards his own quarters until Cipher had stopped following him and floated neatly n place to which Simon was quick to notice.
"Something up, Cipher?" Simon asked as he turned to his Ghost.
"Yeah, I got a message from the Speaker. Looks like we got another assignment." Cipher replied.
Figures. "Well, so much for R&R...Whats our next mission?"
"Pretty big going by the number of Guardians on this roster..."
"A Raid?" Simon tilted his head, curious in regards to the number of participant on this mission.
"I'd bet a few Glimmer on it. But this doesn't seem high priority however. Plus, we don't have any specific target up for elimination."
Simon found it odd that a large detachment of Guardians would be gathered for a task that didn't outright involve heavy fighting or the death of a high ranking entity such as Crota whom fell not too long ago. But then again, it could just his Titan bravado talking but this still didn't answer what this mission was geared to. If not warring then scouting perhaps? Simon couldn't figure that possibility around his head as a simple expert team of Hunters could efficiently and admittedly gracefully accomplish that task without his lumbering presence around.
"So, if we're not killing anyone, what are we doing then?"
"I'm sure this may involve snapping a few necks or putting a bullet holes in someone if need be but from what I can gather...Without speculating over some of this red tape...We're spearheading an investigation of some sorts."
Simon simply stared at Cipher whom quickly realized the blunt phrase would not compute with the Titan. "...There's not a whole lot of details I'm afraid but it does seem we'll be debriefed on it shortly. I've already got our rendezvous location where the other Guardians assigned to the mission will meet at."
"Guess we can't complain can we? Alright then, lead the way."
===
"...Huh..."
Simon arrived at the rendezvous point Cipher lead him too. Before him was a large bulky IPF-D77 shuttle, a tough but an old model craft compared to the more sleeker and possibly faster shuttles as well. Amusingly though despite its size, the IPF-D77 acted like a old-Japan era ninja as much of its electronics and structured avionics allowed it to run almost unnoticeable to anyone who wasn't looking up. Regardless of the old shuttle's appearance, Simon refrained from dissing the shuttle and made his way around the shuttle, watching the engineers and other crew readying the aircraft.
Upon boarding the craft, he could see this shuttle was still full of surprises as the interior was neatly designed and decorated by someone with very fine tastes. If anything else, this clearly combat oriented shuttle would have been fitting for a famous VIP or rich business tycoon; if they still existed of course. Everyone nowadays was more concerned with either staying alive under the Traveler's constant protection or killing off anything that deemed to threaten that protection. Honestly, this craft seemed a bit much for those who's new found purpose was to forever fight the Darkness on almost any front; but the change in scenery wasn't unwelcomed however.
He soon found that most of his soon-to-be squadmates had already arrived and made themselves comfortable. However, the sight of a Fallen in their midst did make him uneasy. He personally read up the Eliksni race and knew of their endeavors, or what was known anyway from exchanges of cultural information that didn't lead to a bullet in someone's brain. Simon himself had visited the Reef before and had conversed with Variks too but the cold fact that cleaving though Fallen pirates and scavengers was almost considered a daily routine for most Guardians including him, put Simon in a rather uncomfortable position.
Nonetheless however, he learned to keep such things to himself and surmised this Eliksni turncoat served some importance to this mission. For the time, he would leave that clear fact alone until it presented itself. The moment was probably come soon so he would need to find himself a seat.
"Greetings everyone." Simon simply announced, putting hand up in a friendly waving gesture.
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