Hello everyone! I wrote this a number of weeks ago but have only finally decided to actually post it here. I took some liberties with the timeline of Destiny (plus some other elements probably) and also wrote this for a general audience, so I'm sorry if I explain anything that seems obvious/simple or out of place. I also apologize for any formatting errors as this was copied from a Word document on my computer. For those of you that take the time to read this, I hope you like it! (Great wall inbound) [b]I do not own or am affiliated with the game Destiny, the companies Bungie and/or Activison. This is a work of fiction done as a writing exercise for recreational purposes only.[/b] “Run the coordinates by me again.” “Of course, grid number 57-” The pilot stopped his small, floating, puzzle box-like robotic advisor with the gesture of his hand. This ghost, created by the Traveler to aid guardians imbued with the power of the Light in their war against the Darkness, had forgotten that his guardian was not one for technical talk. “I’m not a Warlock. I don’t need numbers. I need places.” the hunter, clad in a cloak and slim survivalist armor, said in a slightly annoyed tone. “The Reef, Asteroid Chi. 5.67 kilometers north and 2.38 kilometers west of safe landing zone.” “Chi? X marks the spot, eh?” he smirked. “I do not understand.” responded he ghost, rotating its front half like a dog tilting its head. “You never get my jokes.” “I don’t understand how that was fun-” “Are we sure it’s there?” “Yes. There’s one discrepancy with the coordinates, however. The relic is-” The ghost was once again cut off, now by a radio transmission from a pair of unknown ships. “Intruder bearing 7-3-9, you have crossed into the realm of the Awoken. State your business, or be fired upon by the order of the queen.” “Fill me in when we get there. Time to see if the Vanguard’s new tech is really as good as they keep claiming.” With that the hunter’s sleek, jet-like ship sped up and rounded some debris, slipping out of view of the Awoken interceptors then rocketing upwards. The interceptors gave chase and the radio channels boomed. “HALT. BY ORDER OF THE QUEEN YOU ARE TRESPASSING.” The hunter’s ship kept speeding, pointed towards the heart of the queen’s domain. The interceptors fired and the ship swayed though space, snapping around debris and weaving through small asteroids with evasive maneuvers, but it was for naught. The interceptors’ weaponry easily melted the space craft’s exterior armor, piercing the hull and wreaking havoc on the engines, rendering the ship useless. The guard ships fired a final salvo and as quickly as it began, the engagement was over. The ship was immobile and the interceptors moved in to extract whatever remained of the ship’s crew. “Damn, what a shame. I guess Halliday isn’t as good as the Vanguard thought, huh?” he muttered, “Oh well, looks like it’s time to go…” The ship then re-emerged from the shadows of the debris, hidden by dust and silenced by a dead engine. “Stupid holograms don’t fly fast enough. Let’s just get to Chi so we don’t have to deal with the Awoken anymore, I’m missing the Fallen a bit anyway. Never thought I’d prefer weird spider people over purple humans…” [b]The Hunter’s ship pushed forward uninterrupted by the forces of the Awoken Queen and shortly arrived at the Asteroid Chi. The hunter, Kennedy, materialized on the surface of the asteroid, accompanied by his ghost, Jenkins.[/b] “Armaments, Kennedy?” "My standard Vanguard rifles please… With the usual gifts from the factions on back up.” “Badger CCL and Ice Breaker coming up, Red Hand IX and Hide and Seek-42 on standby.” The weapons appeared in the hands of the Hunter, he slung the prototype sniper over his back, then reached down with his left hand for his thigh, grasping emptiness. “Umm, Jenkins, we can’t really do this without some ammo.” he said holding his hand open at his waist. “Oh, my apologies!” The ghost materialized a magazine in the hunter’s hand, then two more each appeared attached to the outsides of his thighs. The hunter loaded his rifle. “Sights set to three hundred fifty meters, chamber clear… Shots loaded and safety’s off. Let’s move.” The ghost then summoned the hunter’s sparrow hover bike out of nothingness, and they took off towards the coordinates, knowing they had a daunting task ahead of them. [b]But the prize would be worth it.[/b] “What were you saying before about a discrepancy, Jenkins? “Ah yes, there’s a third set of coordinates.” “What? Besides longitude and latitude?” the hunter said a bit confused. “Elevation.” the ghost replied. “Ah, it’s on top of an icy mountain, in a sunny valley? A pristine hill perfect for picnics with a ghost-ette? “Try lower.” the ghost said with a bit of aloofness in his robotic voice. “No hill or mountain?” “No.” “Sunny valley it is… This should be a piece of cake.” he smiled to himself under his helmet. “No Kennedy, lower.” the ghost said in a pressed tone. “Pit?” “Close, try catacombs. Looks like it’s near the core of the asteroid.” “Nice and dark?” “Of course.” “My light should be weakened… Sounds like a challenge for once.” “Please be careful, sir.” “Aren’t I always?” the hunter quipped. “No. I revived you three times just last week.” "Yeah but that was running the Sepkis simulation with plenty of light, I didn’t actually bite it. Remember the strike in New Beijing?” “I remember you nearly losing your leg to your own trip mine.” “You’re not a real Hunter unless you set off your own trip mine at least once, Jenkins. I’m talking about why we’re here, when that Titan-” “We’re here.” The ghost cut off the hunter for once as they arrived at a large cave. The Hunter dismounted his sparrow, which dematerialized shortly after, and bellowed into the cave. “ECHO!” “ECHO! Echo! Echo. Echo…” the cave responded. “Deep. Really deep.” “Are you still sure about this?” the ghost muttered lowly with uncertainty. “I’ve never been more sure, Jenkins. Shine a light please?” the ghost illuminated the black in front of them like a flashlight. “Only one way to go now… Into the wolves’ den.” the hunter said as he set foot in the cave with his ghost in tow, painting the nearer walls of the cave with luminosity. [b]They walked for a few minutes, using topographical scans of the few parts of the cave that lie near the surface to guide them. [/b] “How much further, Jenkins?” “The scans stop riiight… Here.” The ghost said as they came to various tunnels leading downwards. “Alright, which is the right one?” “I couldn’t tell you, we’re already a few meter down and the scans were already a bit sketchy up to this point. We’re on our own in the search for the relic now.” the ghost explained while the hunter peered over the caves for a few moments. “This one.” he piped up with a great sense of confidence in his voice as he stepped towards an opening on the left that was over three meters high and about two across. “How can you tell?” the ghost pardoned. “For starters, those caves are too small to fit larger Fallen, that one in the center and the one over on the right are just too huge and obvious. We know the House of Wolves don’t station Servitors this far out from the queen’s palace so they don’t need to fit through this thinner entrance… Plus there’s some runes etched behind this rock here.” The hunter explained, pointing to some etchings in the stone wall just above a medium sized rock close to the ground and next to the outside of the cavern entrance. “Ah, very well then.” the ghost said complacently as he followed the hunter downwards. As they descended the cackling and garbled talking of Fallen guardsmen and some footsteps could be heard resonating through the catacombs, getting louder with each step the pair took until they spotted some figures clad in a dark blue armor. “Hold up.” the hunter said rapidly taking a knee, “You know what to do…” The ghost responded to the command by dematerializing the rifle in the hunter’s hand and replacing it with a smaller, red hand cannon which resembled a revolver. The four magazines of ammunition on the Hunter’s thighs were replaced with cylindrical cartridges that each looked like a revolver’s chamber, which all adhered to his left thigh while he holstered his weapon on his right and unsheathed the knife from under his arm. The ghost’s light went out as he disappeared from view, dissipating, and then with a small crack of lightning the hunter also disappeared, invisible in a cloak of refracted light, and his vision became tinted green as his survivalist gear detected the absence of light. [b]1/3[/b]