[spoiler]This installment of Exotic History is provided by TF9 Fletcher[/spoiler] "Wait what do you mean my ship is messed up?!" Cried Jeremy as the Frame simply stared at him with little regard. "Your ship as been sabatoged late last night. Repairs are underway, until then the Tower is..." "I can't wait here! I have a match to get to!!" "You have no ship. Therefore your match will have to be postponed." "This sucks." Jeremy said as he kicked something on the floor. "Hey! If you want your wings back you better treat my shop with some respect!" Said Holliday angrily as she scrambled to get her daily orders over with. "Yes ma'am..." He grumbled as he left the Hanger and headed to the main courtyard where is team was waiting. The head Hunter tapped his foot. "Well?" "My ships broken... someone trashed it last night..." "Seriously? Or was it you and you just wanted to chicken out of the match?" "Are you kidding me?! That's bull! Why would I do that?" The head Hunter shrugged and turned. "Either way we can still kick this guy's a** it's 6 or 5 verses 1, no sweat." The other Hunters either nodded or cheered in response. Jeremy sighed in disgust. His team were utter jerk but they did there job as a team well and he got some decent loot out of it so he simply stuck around. A Frame walked up to him. "Excuse me? Jeremy Mickelson?" "Yea?" "A transport ship has been authorized for use today, it will be slower for transport but atleast you will be able to get to your match on time." "Alright!" Said the head Hunter. "Jeremy get on that ship and we will meet you there." "Yea sure..." Jeremy nodded and followed the Frame to the Hanger. The larger ship could house up to a team of 18 but only 2 Guardians were there, including the drunken man from yesterday. Jeremy blinked and sat near the man. The man turned and looked at him. His helmet was by his side and he still wore the wide-brimmed hat. "Oh... Hey there... Jeremy was it?" He still spoke in drunken slur but he looked partially sober atleast from yesterday. Jeremy simply nodded. "Hey..." The ship jolted slightly and took off. An on board navigation voice spoke. "Destination Venus, Shores of Time: Guardian- Kyle-134 for Clash." The Exo Warlock nodded and leaned against the wall. The ride was quiet as the raced towards their destination. Jeremy twiddled his thumbs and was still simmering from losing his ship when the man spoke up once more. "You... lose your... ship or something?.." "Yea, someone trashed it. The freaking a**holes..." "Huh... bad luck..." He rubbed his face slightly as his Ghost popped up infront of him. "Take it easy Chief... You are a bit woozy still..." "I know... I promised them a match.. and they will get one..." "You sure you can fi..." "I've done it before..." "Yea... but... you were atleast sober at the time, I fear this might be a bit much for you." The man shook his head. "I will be fine." Deputy watched him for a moment. "Alright..." "Are you sure you can fight?" Asked Jeremy with some concern. "My friends aren't too... easy on people." "Well... neither am I..." Jeremy paused a second and nodded. "Um... might I ask... you said last time that you lived in a bottle for years... why is that?" He thought he was being clever and hoping to exploit a weakness in the aging man. The man froze. "Destination Shores of Time. All Guardian going here may exit now." The Warlock stood up and dissapeared out the back as the ship rose up again to ride out. "He doesn't like to talk about it." Deputy said hastily. "It's very sad and he..." The man held up his hand. "If bucko wants to know... he can know." Deputy swiveled around in shock but the determined look from the man's eyes caused him to back off a bit. "Ok Chief..." He dissapeared. Jeremy looked at the man silently as he watched the floor for a moment and gathered his thoughts. "Destination Mars, Firebase Delphi. Guardians: Jeremy Mickelson and 'Chief' for Clash." After the transmission ended, the man spoke. "I lost my friends to the Darkness. The Prison no doubt...." "Really?..." "Yea... we would always go there and kill stuff for the hell of it... it was good... until that one day..." Jeremy shifted slightly in his seat as the man spoke on. "You see... there was me... and my friend... who was a Gunslinger.. along with a Titan. We were... best friends... a bunch of morons no doubt... we worked well together..." "Our favorite was the Hive... we would... go in... and blow 'em to bits... and the big guys.. the Knights would always take six shots to bring down." His hand went up and the faint golden gun spawned. He dried fired it six time. "One... two... three... four... five... six..." The gun dissapeared as he continued. "One day... we went in... all confident... and such... and there was a new Knight there... it was pretty tough so after... we beat up the Thralls and little Acolytes we took it on..." His voice was starting to smooth out slightly and sound more eerie as he spoke. "We grabbled... with it... fought it with all our might. It was close to death so... we decided to shot it with our Golden Guns." He held his hands up and the two gun appeared again. "But this time... he was... a smart b******... He killed my friend before he could super... and not in the Ghost form I mean murder, cleaving off his limbs and head." He let his left hand fall and that gun was snuffed out. "So... I shot... one... two... three." He dried fired again and the gun dissapeared. "And the b****** didn't die... it needed six shots... so the Titan came up and tried to beat it up... spawned some orbs from the other little things.. but he died to... he was impaled on a stake... he may still be there... but I doubt they wouldn't let the Light go to waste." His stare was fixated on one point and a strange aura of pure anger radiated off of him like a furnace. "So I spawned another three shots... One..." He pulled his hand up and the gun appeared but he didn't fire it. "Two... three..." His arm stayed in place and so did the gun. "I was... horrified... I say them die... infront of me... and I was angry." The gun flared like arm fire and became a pure Golden Gun. "I let them die because I was too weak." He practically spat out the words. "So... I became stronger... and can shoot six shots now." He held up his other arm and the gun flared to life. His voice rose in bitter anger. "Now I kill everything in my way, they all burn in the same Hell my friends went through, they will be shown no mercy. They will see what happens when they meet the old geezer from yesterday... they will see the flash of my cannons and burn to ashes like the pieces of s*** they are! They!..." The navigation system dinged and spoke. "Destination Firebase Delphi. All Guardians going here may get off now." The man froze and blinked. The Golden Guns flared to nothing as he looked at himself. "Here already?..." He stood up, took of his hat, placed his helmet on and put the hat back on. He looked at the horrified Jeremy. "Unless you have a death wish bucko, I suggest you just let your friends lose this match in pieces. Otherwise, we won't be friends anymore." The man simply walked out and disappeared. Jeremy shook in pure fear before he was eventually booted out with his allies. Thank you all for tuning in! Since I really want this to be a Community thing I would really enjoy getting exotics from you guys and creating back stories for them! In order to do this all you have to do is create an exotic on my friends Exotic page (listed above) and in a spoiler have a hashtag, (#writemyexotichistory), I look their frequently so have a go! Please! And if your creativity is stiffled (or you just don't want to), give me your opinion on what to do for the next installment of Exotic History while I work out my next entry. Post your opinions in the comments below and if these don't suit your fancy there is always an ENTIRE list to browse and choose from so give it a go!! Until then stay within the Light Guardians and remember NEVER piss off the drunken man who's lost everything. https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/172131914/0/0 link to part 1 https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/173497317/0/0 link to part 3 https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/171908957/0/0/1 link to The Mask with No Name