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Edited by Motherlock: 10/23/2014 2:24:09 AM
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The Mother Warlock: Part II

Part II Morning came sooner than it had ever before, and Faerin embraced it wholeheartedly, sitting in front of the railing at the back of the Plaza. The City had yet to rise, to bask in the Sun’s warmth. There were few Guardians awake at this time, and those that were moved groggily around the Tower. It wasn’t until an hour had passed after Faerin woke that Eriica emerged from somewhere in the upper levels. “Good morning, Eriica!” Faerin called out happily. “Morning, Fae,” she yawned, stretching her arms, “Any sign of Aero yet?” “No, no, not yet…” she sighed, her voice trailing off as it usually did, “I hope he hasn’t forgotten…” “I know we’ve just met, but if I can infer anything about him, it’s that he wouldn’t have forgotten, he just stopped caring.” “Either way, I hope he comes…” “I don’t think it’s physically possible for my kind to do that, sweetheart,” a familiar voice called out. “You’re disgusting,” Eriica groaned, putting a hand on her hips, as Aero appeared from behind the vaults. “What, it’s science,” he laughed, walking over to the other two while inspecting an auto rifle. “Just got that thing, I’m assuming?” “Hell yeah, Vanguard was selling it,” Aero smiled, slinging the gun over his shoulder, and onto his back, “Right, so, what’s the plan for today, Warlock?” “Well… I was thinking of asking around the Tower, when more people have woken up…” Faerin stated, looking at the ground, “Maybe Ikora could be of assistance… If not, we could try Banshee, or even better, Rahool…” “If we’re waiting for people to wake up, why the hell did we wake up so early?” “Maybe, Aero, Faerin thought it’d be good to plan ahead,” Eriica snarled, glancing at the Warlock, who nodded slightly. “Yes, I thought we should meet early, that way we’d… have time to discuss what we’re doing…” she said, looking around the Plaza again, “If we’re here early enough, we could get to them before the morning rush does…” “Wait, Fae, tell me… Tell me more about that Guardian you saw, back in the ‘Drome,” Aero said, putting a hand on her shoulder, “What did they look like?” “I-I… Uh… I didn’t really get a good view of them… It was getting dark… Their robes were long, and they looked like they were dark red, maroon maybe… It looked like they were wearing a hood, which is odd for Warlocks, but…” “We shouldn’t really label anything as ‘odd’ just yet,” Eriica said, pacing back and forth, “We barely know what we’re dealing with here… All we do know is they dropped he gun… Is everything all right, Aero?” She stopped moving as she noticed the normally rambunctious Exo in what seemed to be deep thought. “I think… I think I might have seen them before…” he muttered, his eyes flicking back and forth as if reading a book, “It… It was around the time I was raised as a Guardian… I wanted to see if there was anything left in the area I was resurrected in, anything I could… relate to; Ghost warned me that Fallen activity had increased drastically. Next thing I know, I’m surrounded by them… I was in cover quickly… I poked my head up to see if I could get any of them from where I was… and then I saw this… this huge orb, purple orb, land in the middle of them all. Took out a good portion of them. The stranger and I didn’t have much of a problem taking out the rest… When it was done, they stared at me for a while, then they just… left.” “And… you think they match the description of the person I saw?” “Sounds almost exactly like them, yeah…” “Sounds like you’ve run into The Mother.” Faerin jumped at hearing Ikora Rey’s voice from behind them. “I-Ikora! How long have you-“ “Oh, not long at all. I just heard the end of your friends tale,” the Warlock smiled at Faerin, approaching the group, “I’d like to give you the Vanguard’s thanks for defeating the Walker yesterday. That area has been contested for quite some time now, so I expect the Fallen to attempt another such action.” “Oh, it wasn’t much, Miss Ikora,” Eriica replied, “Now, you said something about-“ “The Mother, yes,” she interrupted her sentence, “I’ll be honest with the three of you, we don’t have much on her. She is rarely encountered, and we assume she travels to different planets quite frequently, but we believe she visits Earth the most. There have been reports of her sighted within the Tower, but those are even fewer and more far between than the information we have now.” “So what DO you know about this…. Mother person?” Aero asked impatiently, his arms crossed. “Based on what we know, she is a Warlock, as she has been reported to have manipulated the void, in that unique way we do, in multiple cases. In almost every case she is mentioned, someone has been in a much more dangerous situation than they expected, especially lesser-experienced Guardians. Those who have actually witnessed her fight have compared her ferocity to that of a mother animal, whose offspring is in harm’s way.” “So she’s a Guardian’s guardian?” “She’s many Guardians guardian, in a way,” Ikora turned to Aero, nodding curtly in confirmation, “But this is the extent of what we know for sure. Where she came from, who she is, or why she acts the way she does eludes us to this day.” “Faerin encountered her yesterday, before returning here,” Eriica explained, pulling the hand cannon out of Faerin’s satchel, “She said that she dropped this when she ran off.” The Vanguard Warlock took the gun from the Hunter carefully, turning it over in her hands, an awe-filled expression spreading across her face. “It certainly is a nice weapon…” she spoke softly, as if the gun was sleeping, and she did not want to wake it, “But these symbols…” “Let me guess,” Aero sighed, “You’ve got no idea what they say?” “No, Titan, but they look familiar,” Ikora snapped at him, but didn’t remove her attention from the hand cannon before her, “I’ve seen these symbols before, but I cannot remember where…” “Perhaps Master Rahool can look at it?” Faerin suggested, holding her hands out to take the gun back, to which Ikora complied. “I imagine he would have a field day with this, yes,” she chuckled to herself, “Sadly, he will be away for a few days. An assistant of his will be representing the Cryptarchs in the Plaza. If I were you, I would wait until Rahool returns. We thought we had sorted things out with that group, but it seems quite a few items have gone missing since he had left…” “Right…” Faerin let out a heavy sigh. A few days felt like it would be too long. “We’re due for a package of books from a library in the City that may benefit our cause. If anything comes up in relation to these symbols, I’ll be sure to notify you three.” “Thank you, Ikora…” Faerin smiled weakly. “Oh, that reminds me, could I ask you to deliver the package to the Vanguard Hall? I’ll be in a meeting with Zavala and Cayde when it is due to arrive.” “We’ll be on it, ma’am,” Aero said lightheartedly, saluting the Warlock, who shook her head as she walked away. “So… Where does this leave us?” Eriica inquired, turning to Faerin. “Well, this takes the Cryptarchs out of the equation for now… Until Rahool comes back, I doubt we’d have any luck with them…” she said, looking down at her gloved hands as she spoke, “And we don’t have much to go on about The Mother herself…” “We know she goes around all the time, but she hangs around Earth mostly,” Aero interjected, “Maybe Eriica can convince Cayde to send out a few recon teams.” “It’d probably be too costly,” the Hunter mused, “I can ask him, but I don’t think we should do this just yet. Maybe… Maybe we should explore. We know the Cosmodrome like the back of our gauntlets, no? We all know there’s more out there. Hell, some of us might not have even been revived in Old Russia.” “Where are you going with this?” Faerin asked, tilting her head a bit. “What I’m saying is that we should go further than what we know,” Eriica said enthusiastically, “The Mother seems to get around a lot, I think it should be considered that she visits areas other than the Cosmodrome. We should go visit the places we were resurrected, is what I mean. I know I wasn’t brought back here, I don’t know about you two.” Faerin and Aero glanced at each other. “I… I was brought back in a city a fair distance from the Cosmodrome… I know my Ghost still knows where it is, but-“ Just then, Faerin’s Traveler-born companion appeared beside her, hovering around her head. “I found you in an unidentified city on the Eastern Coast of North America,” it said, it’s voice much more metallic-sounding than Aero’s. “I was brought to outside of a Frame factory, Old London,” Aero stated. “Right… Sounds like I’m the closest,” Eriica said, “I was reborn a few miles away from the Cosmodrome. We’ll check that place out first. See if we can’t find anyone who knows more about The Mother, or hell, maybe we’ll even find her there.” “Enemy activity is untracked outside of the Cosmodrome,” Faerin’s Ghost chimed in, flying over to Eriica, “We don’t know what to expect out there. There might be worse out there than the Fallen.” “Then again, might not be,” Aero laughed, as the small device chirped irritably in response. “Thank you, Ghost…” Faerin sighed as it disappeared again. “We should wait a bit before we head out,” Aero suggested, “We need to deliver that package to Ikora, remember? Mail should be here by now.” The trio nodded in agreement, walking towards the Postmaster, waving briefly to Tess as they passed, to find Kadi sorting packages, awaiting their respective Guardians to claim them. “Hello, Guardians,” she chirped cheerily, turning her attention towards the group, “Are you here to acquire a parcel?” “Yes, Kadi, we’re delivering a package of tomes to Ikora,” Eriica said, leaning on the counter, “They come in yet?” “Last City, Earth, Northern District Library, Ikora Rey, Tower Vanguard- here it is” Kadi produced a large box, handing it to Eriica, who nodded in thanks. (Continued below.)

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  • (Continued from above because I tend to get very wordy, apparently.) As the group began walking away, Kadi called out to Faerin. “Pardon me, but are you Warlock Faerin Aliquam?” “M-Me?” Faerin stuttered in reply; it had been a while since she heard her full name spoken, “Y-Yes, why?” “Message for you, Warlock,” said the Frame as she handed a small parcel to Faerin, who stared at it curiously. Rejoining the group after Aero had delivered Ikora’s package, Faerin opened the note. Her Ghost hovered over her shoulder, reading with her. “What’s this, Fae? Love letter?” Aero joked, nudging the Warlock gently. Faerin didn’t speak. She stared blankly at the paper in front of her. “It’s coordinates,” her Ghost said, after a long silence, “The coordinates of her site of resurrection.”

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