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Edited by Motherlock: 11/13/2014 12:57:53 AM
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The Mother Warlock (Part One of However Many it Takes to Finish the Story)

Foreword: Hi. This is a short story I've written/am writing. I came up with the idea to develop some back story for my Warlock, as she is my main in the game. This is very experimental, as I've never really written any story based off of an already existing story (Yes, I'm a writer. I do this stuff for fun.) so forgive me if things don't exactly line up with the canon of Destiny. I'll work on it. This is just the first part of the story. Whether or not anyone shows any interest in it, I'll post the rest as I write it regardless. The Mother Warlock Activity in the Tower had diminished to its normal pace. The departure of Lord Saladin, as well as his Iron Banner, has left the structure overlooking the Last City seeing less of its faithful Guardians, for many have begun to return their attention to the struggle against the Darkness. The protectors of the City have been retiring to their quarters earlier than usual; those who find time to return to the Tower, at least. A trio of Guardians had met on patrol in the Cosmodrome, when a Fallen Devil Walker was dropped to guard Glimmer extraction. They had agreed to meet each other in the Tower Plaza, if they were all heading there for the coming night. Eriica, a human Hunter, had been the first to arrive at the Tower. A master with a knife, and highly skilled at long range, she’s always preferred quieter, more secluded places, and was against meeting in the Plaza. Shortly after, the Titan they had met, Aero-71, showed up. He told Eriica that his arrival was delayed by a number of Fallen ships he had to avoid leaving the Cosmodrome. Aero specialized almost exclusively in close range combat, though he dabbled in a few mid-range sports. Eriica was cautious of him; she had seen how he was on the battlefield. He always seemed like he needed to punch something. “Our little friend show up yet?” he asked, looking around for the Warlock they had met back in the field. “No, haven’t seen a sign of her yet,” Eriica replied, not diverting her attention from her knife, which she had been sharpening for a while now. The two stood in silence for what felt like an hour before a ship flew into view, heading for the hangar. A Warlock materialized near the Cryptarch’s stand, glanced quickly at the others, before rushing off to Xander. After ten minutes, Aero checked the time. “Damn scholar’s taking her sweet time,” he growled. It was already very late, much later than they had agreed to meet before. Faerin, the Awoken Warlock, slowly made her way to the other two. Her hair was as dark as the night, and was kept rather straight. Her bond glowed purple, signifying her role as a Voidwalker. She was the one of the few people that Eriica respected, as she was adept in most forms of combat. Her lack of communications made it difficult to fight alongside her, however. She would fling Nova Bombs without warning, regardless of whether or not the impact site was clear of allies. Aero tapped his armored foot on the floor. “’Bout damn time you showed up!” he roared, causing Faerin to flinch, “The hell took you so long?” “I-I… Uh…” the Warlock stuttered, playing with one of the clasps on her robes, “I ran into someone… Back in the Cosmodrome…” “Are they coming here too? I doubt Eriica here could handle the extra person.” “Blow it out your exhaust pipe, Aero,” Eriica snapped, then turning to her Warlock companion, and with a calmer voice, said “Hi, Faerin. Who’d you run into?” “I, uh… I don’t know who it was…” She replied quietly, glancing at Aero, “And… No, they’re not coming…” “Were they a Guardian?” “I think… I think they were… They looked like a Warlock, but… They were too far away to tell…” “Aero, holy hell, ease off of her for a second,” Eriica stood up, forcefully pushing the Exo aside, and putting a hand on Faerin’s shoulder, “You don’t have to tell us if you don’t-“ “N-No, I do!” She exclaimed, which took the Hunter by surprise, “I… I don’t know who they were, but… I felt like I did know them…” Aero scoffed. “So you know them but you don’t know them? Fantastic.” Eriica jabbed her elbow into his robotic gut, to which he chuckled lightly. “We stared at each other for a while… A very… long while…” Faerin continued, her sentences broken and staggered, as if she were struggling to remember, “It was… broken by a Skiff appearing… They turned to look at it, and then they turned and ran… When they did, they dropped this…” Aero and Eriica both looked at the Warlock as she removed an item from one of the satchels on her belt. It was a hand cannon, one as black as her own hair. The revolving wheel was small, but when examined, it held a fair amount of bullets. On both sides of the barrel and the grip, strange, crypt-like symbols were engraved in a light blue, fairly similar to the Awoken’s skin tone. “Holy… I’ve never seen a hand cannon like that one before,” Aero gasped, moving around Faerin, inspecting the gun from multiple angles, “You think Banshee could-?” “Doubt it,” Eriica said curtly, pointing to the inscriptions, “Looks custom made. Best I think he could do is try and track where it’s been, maybe even the material used, but that's a bit of a stretch .” “I was more worried about those inscriptions, actually…” Faerin interjected, turning the small weapon over in her hands, “I consulted the books I carry with me in case I find something like this and… I haven’t seen anything like this before…” “So what you’re saying is,” Aero cut her off, crossing his arms, “You want us to help you in finding out what the deal with this gun is?” “I’m not asking you to help,” the Warlock sighed, “I’m going to ask around the Tower, see if anyone can help with this… If you want to come along, that’s all up to you.” “I’m a little interested as to who this Guardian you encountered was,” Eriica said, putting an arm around Faerin, “I’ll help you out.” The Titan sighed heavily, his bright blue eyes rolling. “I guess… I guess I’ll help you out…” he replied after much consideration, “I’ll admit, I’m interested in this too.” Faerin beamed at him, pocketing the hand cannon. “Excellent!” she almost squealed, “We should rest up for now. I think we’re going to be a bit busy tomorrow.” “Right,” Eriica agreed, “Same place here, bright and early?” “I think that’s a good idea, yes,” Faerin nodded. “God damn, my systems aren’t used to early activity-“ Eriica jabbed her knife in the Exo Titan’s direction. “Well, your systems better get used to it, Aero, who knows how long this is gonna take.”

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