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Edited by D3athAndR3birth: 10/23/2014 1:37:21 AM
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What the Speaker Didn't Say

Hey folks, I originally posted this over on the Destiny subreddit and it was suggested that I post it on the official Bungie forums, so here we go. This is my take on what might have happened moments after the Speaker gives you the introductory go fight the Darkness speech. I appreciate you taking the time to read it and any criticisms you might have. I guess I should add that all characters are obviously owned by Bungie? Insert legal jargon here? Any who, here it is, part one: “I could tell you of the great battle, centuries ago… how the Traveler was crippled. I could tell you of the power of the Darkness, its ancient enemy. There are many tales, told throughout the City to frighten children. Lately those tales have stopped. Now… the children are frightened anyway.” “The Darkness is coming back. We will not survive it this time.” “Its armies surround us. The Fallen are just the beginning.” “What can I do?” “You must push back the Darkness. Guardians are fighting on Earth and beyond… join them. Your Ghost will guide you. I only hope he chose wisely.” The Speaker heard the pair leave, but he didn’t watch. Instead, he climbed the stairs, lost to his own thoughts. Meanwhile, the Entangled Particle Relay continued its relentless dance. Semicircle beams of relic iron lined with hadronic disperses spun in infinite loops, one inside the other to give the illusion of spheres contained within one another. His mind spun too, listlessly and unintelligibly as the EPR. Reaching the top of the stairs, he looked over his corner of the world. Remove the Golden Age technology and all he had was a table, a chair, shelves, books, and paper. He sat at the table, straight and regal, appearing everything expected of his station. Lingering light from the sunset reflected off his mask as he said softly, “Ghost?” There was a small flash of light as the Speaker’s Ghost materialized in front of its companion. The gray, floating miracle stared momentarily with its blue eye. For the shortest time, it seemed to be a diamond shape, but, as with any processing Ghost, its back and front halves began turning independently of one another, giving the impression that the Ghost was going from diamond to star and back again. A soft, feminine voice issued from the machine along with the whir and click of the uncountable parts inside of it, “Speaker?” “Please seal the observatory for the evening.” “Right away, Speaker.” The Ghost flew down the stairs to an access panel underneath the Speaker’s work station. A brilliant blue light shot from the Ghost and struck the panel, connecting it directly to the panel’s electronics via a constant stream of electrons. Within seconds, the walls of the building began to shift, spreading out to close in the two from the rest of the Tower. As the Ghost flew back up the stairs, it added with the slightest hint of derisiveness, “The children are frightened anyway, hm?” The blank mask of the Speaker turned to stare at the machine. “Do not start with me tonight, Ghost.” He reached his hands up under the hood he always wore, unlatching the clips that held his mask in place. “Why not? There isn’t anything special about tonight; you’ve nothing to do except stare at the recent reports from the EPR.” It flitted back and forth around the Speaker and his desk, watching him. “Because there is nothing to discuss.” He pulled off that heavy mask, revealing a face that hadn’t been seen by anyone but his Ghost since he was first resurrected by the Light. Even though the building was now hermetically sealed, he could swear he felt a faint breeze across his face and with that breeze he couldn’t help but let his mind slip into memories and longings. There was a time before the Collapse; he was there. There had been prosperity and life and wonder and power and… he had died in a car crash. No matter the life expectancy of any race, no one even during the Golden Age survived a freak decapitation. And yet, here he was, resurrected by the Traveler, by the Light like thousands of Guardians before and thousands since. All of them were warriors. Not him, no, he still remembered the Ghost’s reasoning: Your ears have always been open and your tongue waiting to speak. Now, it will wait no more. He was currently failing at his supposed first gift. His companion’s voice had drifted into his senses, so he replied, “I apologize, but say that again.” The Ghost angled down some so that part of its blue eye would be obscured. It hoped to reflect the emotion of annoyance as well as it could vocalize. “You told that guardian nothing! You didn’t answer a single of her questions and yet you expect her to rush off and die for the Tower! No history lesson, no exposition, no explanation, just ‘The Darkness is coming back.” The Speaker sat his mask on the desk and leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling, allowing a moment of reprieve from his constant aura of vigilance. “If she is so curious, she can ask her Ghost and access its Grimoire to learn what she needs. Beyond that, I hear her Vanguard already made contact. She will be fine.” There was a long pause filled only with the ever-spinning motion of the EPR in the background of the conversation. The Ghost finally replied, “You didn’t even bother asking her name, did you?”

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