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11/3/2017 3:47:05 PM
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Daybreak Wars Ch. 8: Signals from Mercury

After the Crucible game, I walked upstairs to my old room. There was not a lot to look at; mainly old toys and knickknacks. I spun around, and behind the door was an object under a blanket. I didn't remember having anything there. I walked over to it and removed the cover. It was a mannequin with my old, [i]Lorinski's Robotics[/i] arms--the right cut at the elbow; the left, up to its shoulder. I couldn't help but feel that those arms were what truly made me a Guardian. I looked down to my own arms; the DNA encoded nanites looked real and let me feel the world again, but even after months of growing accustomed to them, something still felt... off. I eventually had to look away. Flashbacks of waking up in the Tower for the first time, and the nightmares of the Dreadnought kept coming back to me. This wasn't new, I still had dreams of Phantom returning. There was something about that ex-Guardian, as if he was more than a Guardian, like a supernatural entity now soul-bound to me. The way he jittered as if his bones were nonexistent, the emptiness in his cold stare... his ability to Take or kill without hesitation. "Ya know, I don't think this 'Age of Triumph' is all it was hyped up to be..." I said aloud as I walked around. "That's because you're an introverted a**hole that doesn't know how to have fun," Colt replied while appearing beside me. I shot him a look, but in the end, I agreed. "What do you expect? After I became a Guardian, I did nothing but fight. Now, there's no Fallen. Haven't heard from the Hive. I never encountered the Vex... It's odd, for me, to not be fighting..." I said while sitting in my chair and spin around. "You do realize you don't have to spill your guts every time you feel like it--I know your thoughts..." Colt said apatheticly. I pinched my nose and tightly closed my eyes. "Sometimes it helps to get it out..." "Good night, Connor!" I heard from downstairs. I snapped free from my thoughts, then closed the door. After switching off the lights, I laid down and drifted to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to someone beating me with a pillow. I rolled across my bed, whipping out my lucky Ace of Spades in the process. I jumped up, hammer cocked back. I hesitated to shoot, and good thing, too. It was Colt, he was beating me with a pillow. I tried my best to suppress my adrenaline and rage. I paced back and forth, swinging my hands widely. After calming down enough to keep from shouting, I faced Colt and scolded him. "What the h*** were you doing?!" I exclaimed under a light whisper. "I was trying to wake you up," he replied. "And you couldn't think of anything better to do?!" "You're up, aren't you?..." "Yeah!" "So why fix what isn't broken?..." Colt asked with a snicker. "Now I'm getting why I don't sleep good anymore," I said while ripping hair from my scalp. "Why did you wake me up?... It's two in the morning..." "Dakota just sent a ping to Wolf Pack. He wants us to meet him at the Vanguard Hall," Colt replied. I was shocked--he woke me up for something that was actually important. After sneaking out of the house, Colt and I flew up to the Tower. He transmatted me onto the courtyard before flying my ship to the hanger. I made my way to the Hall of Guardians, trying not to waste anymore time. Frames slid open the doors for Colt and I, then closed them after we stepped through. I looked around the room to see Commander Zavala and Ikora talking with the rest of Wolf Pack and ARC; Cayde was asleep in his chair, snoring obnoxiously. Dakota, Blake and Edward shot me some looks, but focused on the debriefing. "The issue is... it's from six hundred years in the future..." Zavala continued; apparently I joined in the middle of the discussion. "So, how does the--of death--know about us?" T.C. asked while staring at the hologram of the planet. "Well, records show that a disciple of Osiris was interested in you, Dakota, back during the Taken War. Transmissions of a Hunter tasked with finding you are on record. It's possible your knowledge of ancient relics and your visit to the Vault of Glass has caught their eye..." Zavala replied. "I've never spoken with a disciple of Osiris..." Dakota rebuked. "Wait!" Gale exclaimed. "Are you implying--?" "Osiris left the City many years before I joined the Concensus," Ikora interupted. "He knew much about the Vex and their time gates... It's possible he got lost in time, and now calls for aid..." "But why us?" I asked from the back of the group. Everyone, then, turned to me. "You may not be aware of it, but the Wolf Pack has become quite the team of Guardians. Maybe Osiris has seen what you will do in the future..." Zavala replied. This impacted everyone; most all, me. Were the actions I--we--took truly that important that we caught the eye of one of the most legendary Guardians known?

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