[spoiler]DISCLAIMER: Keep in mind that this is all non-canon with the Destiny story and/or lore. While I'm going to keep as close to the lore as I can, I may end up taking liberties to make things work in the confines of these stories. I obviously do not own Destiny or any related properties, and they are the property of Bungie. This is merely fan-fiction of my Warlock main, and my first attempt at it on these forums. I may, or may not, end up writing more, but I thought I would test the waters with this. Feedback and criticism are welcome and encouraged, and feel free to answer the poll if you want to see more, or prevent me from continuing.[/spoiler] The first thing she felt was pain. A sharp, stabbing pain as her lungs filled with air for what felt like the first time, while everything else ached. She couldn't see, and with the ringing in her ears, the only thing she could do was blindly grab onto the nearest thing in reach to keep upright as she gasped for air. But as the ringing in her ears slowly died down, she could begin to make out a voice. "-uardian? On your feet, Guardian, it isn't safe here," it said. She whipped her head around blearily while her vision started to clear. When she spotted the source of the voice, she had to blink. It was some sort of spiky orb with a glowing diamond that almost looked like it was blinking back. She opened her mouth to ask what was going on, but her throat was sore, and all that came out was a rusty sounding, "Wha?" The orb pulsed once before it replied with the same male voice from before. "There's not much time to explain, but what you need to know is that I'm a Ghost; Your Ghost. You've been dead until recently, and right now we have Fallen on the prowl. It isn't safe here." it repeated. Ghost? Fallen? [i]Recently dead?[/i] That only gave her more questions to lump in with the ones she already had. But while being dead up till just that moment was worrying, it was the sound of these 'Fallen' that was the real cause for concern. With that in mind, she pushed herself up so that she stood properly before lifting up a hand to look at it. She seemed to be wearing some sort of pressure suit, one she didn't recognize, and she finally realized that she was also wearing a helmet of some kind. As she looked around, she found herself standing in the middle of some kind of lab, with a variety of counters and broken down machines strewn around. Including the odd skeleton or two. A sudden chattering noise was enough to make her head snap up, and the "Ghost" quickly floated behind a counter. "Get down!" it told her in a hushed whisper. She did as she was told, and before long she heard heavy breathing along with footsteps. The scattering of broken glass. And a sharp crackle of electricity. Slowly, she started to poke her head up to peek over the edge of the counter to see just what it was. She found out the hard way as it tackled her to the ground and fought to thrust a dagger into her throat. After that, it all happened too fast. Her hands grasped around the hilt of the dagger to keep it from ramming home, while she stared up into the face, or mask of whatever [i]it[/i] was with wide eyes. The adrenaline was enough to cause her to cry out, pushing it off of her and wrenching the knife out of it's hand. The next thing she knew, she was hunched over it with the dagger shaking violently in her hands, her attacker dead beneath her as she let out ragged breaths. She had no idea how many times she stabbed it in the chest, but it was apparently enough. "A Dreg. If there's one Fallen, there's bound to be more nearby. We need to get to safety. Grab it's Shock Pistol." the Ghost told her. The adrenaline rush was quickly wearing off as she absorbed that new piece of information. It was clear now that this was hostile territory, so she didn't hesitate to listen to the Ghost this time. She reached over to the Dreg's right hand as it loosely clutched some kind of handgun and took it for herself. It wasn't going to need it anymore anyway. "Follow me, and keep an eye on your tracker." the Ghost continued before floating out of the nearest doorway. The 'tracker', she found out, was a small circle in upper corner of her vision. The Ghost was a blue dot, while she could see some faint red at the edge of one side. That was sure to be handy. Getting to her feet, she followed the Ghost as he led her out of the laboratory. She could hear more of those Fallen in the hallways behind her, but she didn't stop to check, especially since she hadn't heard gunfire. But as she passed one room of equipment after another, each meant for some kind of research, she couldn't help but feel that it was... Familiar somehow. But it was all hazy. It wasn't long before they were outside, and she had to lift a hand to block out the haze of the yellow sky. "Where are we?" she asked. "The Ishtar Sink, on Venus. I found you in one of the labs the Ishtar Collective used to run, back during the Golden Age." it replied. Venus. Something else that was vaguely familiar, like it was at the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't quite figure it. "And what exactly is going on? Why are those... Those Fallen after me? I'm not some soldier." she protested. The Ghost turned to her, and the spikes shifted into what she could only describe as an expression of confusion. "The Fallen are agents of the Darkness, and you are a Guardian, a warrior of Light." it told her. The tone it used made it sound like that was a simple answer to all of it, but it only made her head spin, and she shook her head firmly. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm no 'Guardian', and I happen to have a name! It's..." she started, only to find the same obstacle recalling her name as she did with recalling anything else from before waking up in that room. Was it... Nyx? No, Nox. That sounded closer to it, and for the meantime, it would have to do. "My name is Nox." she finished.