Uh oh! Part two already? I was really excited to get more to you all, so hopefully I edited as much as I should. Enjoy! The hunter received a very clear response in the form of a wire rifle bolt blasting into his chest, nearly knocking him back out of the ship. His HUD screamed in protest, beeping loudly to try and warn him that he had no shields remaining. Cayde remained calm and quiet to his Ghost’s surprise. A flick of his wrist sent a glowing, orange grenade bouncing to the Fallen’s feet. They screamed and dove for cover, avoiding the initial blast, which caused the ship to buck slightly. What they didn’t expect was the small swarm of drones that followed the explosion. As guttural screams filled the deployment hall of the ship and glowing white ether began to run across the floor, Cayde-6 pulled out his knife, studying it for a moment. He smirked under the hood of his cloak, “Let’s make this a bit more… personal. What d’ya say Ghost?” The response issued through his HUD coolly, “You really enjoy this far more than you should.” There was no retort initially. Instead, the hunter activated his inlaid arc systems, overcharging his shields with a faint blue glow and creating a blue plasma coating over his knife. Hearing that more Fallen were gathering in the deployment halls, Cayde ran to meet them. He turned the corner into the main corridor and was faced with more, but didn’t count. Rather, he tunnel-visioned on one Dreg and sprinted for it. He heard shock pistols and rifles firing and pelting into his shields, but they only helped charge it further. Ignoring the others, he plunged the plasma-covered knife into the poor Dreg’s chest only to pull it up and out of its neck. As ether sprayed into the air, he said to his Ghost, “What’s wrong with enjoying your work? I heard-” He paused only to cut down another Fallen in much the same way, his knife able to cut through them as easy as air for the time being. “If you love what you do, you won’t work a day in your life.” “And what’s wrong with carefully considering the death of another living thing?” The Ghost’s question had lasted long enough for him to add another two notches to his kill count. “You think the Darkness…” He ducked under a grenade to reach another Vandal, quickly eviscerating it before the ship started lurching from the blast. “… Ever stopped to consider the billions it killed?” There was only a one Captain looming in the hall, still trying to blast Cayde-6 away with arc based weapons. The hunter knew his time of near invincibility to the Fallen’s weapons was coming to an end, so he dashed forward, knife first in his left hand. The weapon cut through the Captain’s shield and into its chest. Cayde was about to finish the creature off when it roared into his face and grabbed his hand, locking it and the knife in place. Seeing his chance, he asked, “Say, what about you? You’re an ugly ni ta ma de, but do you stop and consider the people you’re killing?” The response was two massive punches to Cayde’s face, knocking his overcharged shields down to nil. The hunter’s right hand moved with a flash of metal, bringing Sweetheart to aim directly at the Captain’s face. It roared defiantly as Cayde muttered, “You’re right Sweetie; he is rude,” which was followed by a single shot that splattered the Fallen’s brain matter further into the ship. In the meantime, two Vandals sat at the controls for the dropship. Screams, shouts, shots, and blasts echoed through the ship and through their closed door. Both kept glancing at one another, wondering who would be the first to run out and help their brethren. Both thought it was suicide, but both also thought the other was a coward for not going. Which was more preferable though? Having your second set of arms removed or death? It didn’t matter; with all of the explosions on board, the pair was having enough trouble keeping the ship aloft. Silence then engulfed the ship aside from the constant roar of the engines. The pair turned to each other, ready to ask if the other thought it was over, but had no time to. The door to the cockpit blasted open, falling in between their chairs, and a hunter Exo strode in while in the middle of a conversation. “I’m just saying, little buddy, if we get bogged down in moral debates in the middle of a war, we’re going to find ourselves on the losing side.” Both Vandals screamed in defiance, reaching to their sides for their guns. One was rewarded with two heavy slugs that tore apart one lung and most of its face. Cayde-6 turned to the other and said calmly, “Hush and keep this thing in the air.” As if understanding him, the Fallen moved its hands back to the controls. Cayde then said to his Ghost, “As for you, we can talk about this later. Right now, I need you to scan the ship’s systems and see if they have coordinates for the ketch.” “Give me a minute.” The Ghost materialized at the controls the now dead Vandal had been using and shot a beam of blue light to begin scanning. “Amazing… This dropship has seen a lot of action. It’s been in the air longer than I have. Let’s see...” Cayde tapped his foot while keeping his gun trained on the remaining Fallen. It growled at him, so the hunter offered a little wave. “You know, I almost wish you had some more friends to come attack me while Ghost works; this is always the boring part.” “Very funny Cayde. I… Wait a minute… Hiding behind Luna?” “The ketch?” The Ghost bobbed slightly and ended the beam. “Yes! They’ve been hiding behind the Hive the whole time knowing we wouldn’t risk waking them.” “What about the Devil’s kell? Is he there too?” The Ghost seemed to shrug as best as its small form could. “He has to be; there are three ketches there. He has to be on one of them.” With Cayde’s head turned slightly to address his companion, the Vandal took its chance. Roaring and grabbing for its gun, it stood and readied to fire. The hunter reflexively put three rounds into the Fallen’s chest and watched it drop to the ground. “Uh, Ghost… Can you drive this thing?” Sounding worried again, it replied, “No! Can you?” The ship began a very slow pitch, aiming it more towards the ground. Cayde answered, “No… but…” He couldn’t help but smirk. “We passed a few things on the way here; are you thinking what I’m thinking?” It only took the Ghost a second to process the possibilities; its response was downtrodden, “I hate you…” Moments later, as the dropship began its full nosedive into the earth, the back of the ship blasted apart with arc charges shooting through the new, massive hole. While the ship’s engines still roared, another clanking vehicle could be heard above them. Cayde-6, Ghost and Sweetheart in tow, rocketed out of the ship on the back of a screaming Pike. Unlike the Sparrow, the Fallen speeder was far from aerodynamic enough for flight, so it quickly plummeted to the ground. As the dropship exploded large enough to be seen from miles away, the Pike hit the ground and nearly snapped in two. Cayde was bucked off and rolled along the ground for a few meters until he came to rest on his back, staring into the night sky. “I can’t believe you!” The Ghost appeared and blocked his view of the stars. “You just have to do things in the most dramatic, impractical way possible, don’t you? You’re not even supposed to be outside of the Tower! You’re a Vanguard now for Traveler’s sake!” Cayde let out a cough, a programmed reflex to make him seem more human, and a laugh. “You’re the one wasting time. The Speaker needs us and you haven’t even called the ship yet.” “Ah, you… Never mind…”

Um they said when they intraduces the Vex tjat mercury was no longer a planet, but a machine...

Thanks for your insight, creativity and time! Xbox 360 GT Xda1bomb3X

How come you give destiny more life and a better story then bungie could with a 500mill budget? The game would be so much better with more back ground story and interesting characters.

Keep up the good work sir! I was a big fan of your first writing, this made my day!

I love how you captured Nathan Fillion, it felt very Firefly-ish :D loved it!

I'm an amateur writer myself, and I've never gotten a product nearly half as amazing as this. I am extremely impressed. Your writing style makes me hooked immediately, and the Ghost's reactions were on par with the ghosts in the actual game. Thank you for sharing! Hope to write some stuff one of these days myself.

Amazing job! You should get paid for this lol

I think this is fantastic. No two words about it. I do have a small critique, which may be related to the technique criticism below. Again, you're doing wonderfully, and your passion is evident. I think the most (only, really) off putting issue is that you can clearly see you're writing this in short story form. You're trying to stick to the forum restrictions and it's causing you to rush the story along, trying to squeeze as much as possible into each post. It is, in effect, handicapping you. I think with that in mind your best bet would be to fully flesh out the story and upload it elsewhere an link it through here. That's give you a much better chance of developing the characters and adding in important details (extended descriptions, for example) into the tale, in turn making it much more immersive. Again, this is simply a constructive criticism. I think what you are doing is fantastic, I just think loosing the restrictions on yourself would let you further devolve and cultivate the story into something even greater, perhaps a licensed novella even. Keep up the good work. I look forward to hearing more of Cayde 6's adventures star side.

Where is part two and three and four :p Loving it Bro! Cant wait for destiny novels

Keep them coming! KEEP THEM COMING!!!

Honest criticism, your story telling is good, it grabs the readers attention easily and manages to hold it. It was a fun read for sure. However, your technique as a writer needs some work. I'm sure you're not a "professional" so it's understandable. Keep writing and I'm sure in time you'll improve greatly.

if you think this was cool check out what me and my friends are working on, a Destiny Rp called "Shadows of the Lost"

[quote]Hey folks, its D3athAndR3birth again. The past twenty-four hours have been amazingly inspiring with how much support I've received from my first piece of Destiny fan fiction. There have also been numerous requests for me to write more. Well, I was inspired to write a piece with a less highfalutin character to focus on, so this one may bomb entirely. This is only part one and part two will be posted when I finish it. Thanks again for your time and support! There was a time in which the majority of Earth was covered with cities. Small subsections were nature preserves, but why leave vast open areas? Agriculture? Mercury was a garden planet; there were warp drives; the Traveler protected everything in the solar system. There was no possible downside. That is, if driving a vehicle wasn’t of interest. The Golden Age was a time of air and space, the ground too crowded to provide any freedom. The Exo couldn’t help but wonder if that was the one blessing the Darkness had brought. Even still, the topography had to be just right. It seemed like every Guardian in the system was hunting Devils in Old Russia, but you could only get half a kilometer before having to bank around cliffs or run through a building. No, to truly feel the world fly by he had to land out in the great plains of America. Centuries of tornados, droughts, floods, and off-worlder attacks had reduced the plains back to their natural state: Fields of high grass with sporadic trees and pieces of a destroyed civilization. He couldn’t help but be struck with how beautiful an area subject to such decimation could be; then again, Cayde-6 wasn’t known for tame or normal thought processes. “200 kilometers per hour, almost top speed!” Cayde-6 laughed near maniacally as his black Sparrow jetted mere inches above the highest blades of grass. The void contrail flared behind him, singeing a line through the vegetation and lighting up the lower night sky. The Exo’s cloak had blown away from his face and the whole length pulled dramatically at his neck while flapping in the wind. Had he been a human or an Awoken, he probably would have already blacked out. As the driver leaned down more, trying to become even more aerodynamic, another voice cried out as loud as possible, “You do realize that they’ve almost certainly already seen us, right?” Cayde’s Ghost was tucked into one of the hunter’s chest pockets. “And why in the Traveler’s light am I still out here?!” Cayde kept yelling over the roar of his Sparrow, “I told you! There’s nothing better than the feeling of wind through your servos!” “There’s something to be said for not being blasted to nothingness as well!” “Huh?” Cayde-6 looked down at the Ghost for a moment and then up above them. Rather than a view of Luna, the sky was filled with the bulbous form of a Fallen dropship only four stories above them. For a second, he had forgotten why he was here. The ship had all its deployment shoots closed and was cruising at high speed. That didn’t prevent it from charging its cannons and firing a volley of arc energy at the hunter. “Da bien!” He barely got the curse out as he yanked the vehicle to the left and activated the strafe thrusters to bank heavily. He felt the Sparrow shake with the explosion only meters away, sending a flash of blue and then a rain of dust and embers. Once he regained balance, Cayde pushed the throttle as hard as he dared without blowing the engine, leaving grass scorched to the Earth behind him. “Alright little buddy, I think it’s time for your disappearing act.” The Ghost whirred in agitation and replied as its body disappeared in light, “You don’t have to tell me twice!” Cayde-6 began weaving back and forth, making as random of a serpentine pattern he could while not losing speed. More arc blasts crashed around him, keeping him in a near constant cloud of dust and burning grass. “Cao ni! Certainly eager tonight…” He grunted as another explosion went off a bit too close. “Alright Sweetheart, it’s your turn.” While still steering with one hand, he brought his other hand down to unholster a silver hand cannon. He added to the gun, “Remember: It’s always polite to knock.” With that, he lifted “Sweetheart” into the air. He held it there for a moment, waiting for a lull in explosions. Once he had his opening, he glanced up at the massive ship and focused on the rear most deployment shoot. No time to spare, he fired all six rounds at the closed portal. Two went wide, but the four remaining heavy slugs blasted open the door, letting a Dreg fall out of the new hole. The creature screamed all the way down, breaking its neck on impact and releasing ether into the air. “Great job, girl.” As the hunter put the gun away, his Ghost said in his head, “Sometimes I wonder why I picked you to resurrect.” Cayde let out a laugh, even as more blasts rocked the ground around them. “Because you’d be bored without me.” He could just imagine the annoyed look the Ghost would try to make at that comment. “I’m guessing then that you don’t care that we have a message from the Speaker calling us to his observatory?” “Tell me in about… five minutes after I get you in that ship’s control room.” “Ah, uh… Cayde… That ship is still airborne; how are you going to-” Cayde-6 hit the throttle on the Sparrow before the Ghost could finish, still dodging arc blasts. Getting to 220 KPH, the vehicle began to shake violently. He could hear the engine start to tear itself apart, so he moved under the dropship and leaned back. The speed was enough for the Sparrow to take momentary flight, sending it straight up ten meters before gravity kicked back in. At the apex of the climb, Cayde jumped off and disappeared only to reappear milliseconds later just beneath the deployment shoot that he had “knocked on.” Both hands reached for the bottom lip of the entrance, but only his left caught a sure grip. The pull of the ship on his body angled him enough so he could see his Sparrow crash back into the ground nose first with a large void explosion. He complained, “Ah, Ikora’s going to kill me.” He lifted up, grabbed on with his right hand, and pulled himself into the dropship. [quote][/quote]Cayde-6 grumbled to himself as he slowly got to his feet and patted off his cloak, which had somehow stayed on him. “Cayde? I think we have a problem.” He ignored his Ghost as he looked up to stare at three Dregs and five Vandals crowding the deployment hall, blocking his way anywhere[quote][/quote] in the ship. Their guns were drawn and aimed, ready to blast the impertinent hunter right back out of the ship. His face remained calm though and he said to the aliens, “So, a very dead Captain tells me you all might know where to find a Ketch.”[/quote]

Nice job man! The next one better have Supers!

I've never felt compelled to comment on anything I've read in these forums before, and I check them every day. Even with the 404architect drama unfolding I prefer to just take it all in....but after having just read all of your stories so far, I have to firmly proclaim that you've made a fan out of me! As I read this one about Cayde 6, I could vividly see the action as if I was watching a Destiny version of a Halo Legends short film. It felt like I was being let in on a secret tale of mythic proportions! I can't describe how cool it is to finally experience the story I'd always hoped for - please keep going, I look forward to everything you can muster. Fine work, congratulations!