Hey everybody. I like writing stories, and typically when I write it's usually about something that has had my interest for a while. In this case it is Destiny. I wanted to write a little excerpt of what I am working on to get some feedback on it, whether it be something you all found enjoyable, terrible, etc.. I am fine with any type of criticism so long as it is not displayed in a rude, mean, disrespectful way. If you dislike it, say so in a polite way, that's all I ask. Anyways, this took me about fifteen minutes or so to write up so there will, and most likely be, some errors in it as it is just the roughest of drafts. ---------------------- Chapter Two: The Beginning There was a moment of pause between the Inquisitors murmuring before he turned back to me. Inquisitor: "Tell me, Guardian. How did all of this come to be? How is it that you became the last surviving member of the Fireteam we sent in to deal with Oryx? Start from the beginning." We don't say anything for several seconds before I tap on the table while looking at my Ghost. A few seconds later an image begins to project itself into the space between the Inquisitor and I, followed quickly by an audio file. The Holo shows footage of my Ghost searching through the wreckage of long abandoned vehicles just outside the walls of the Cosmodrome. After a few seconds a voice begins to crackle into the feed. It is a voice that I am all too familiar with by now. The Guardian: "That was 'Wake Me Up (Before You Go Go)!' by WHAM! We have to take a quick commercial break, but we'll be back faster than a Titans shoulder charge! This is Last City Radio, don't touch that dial!" Random advertisement jingles and adds for disposable animal bathrooms began to play as we sat at the table and watched my Ghost search each and every car. I never knew what made a Guardian a Guardian, or what attracted Ghosts to our cold, bleached pile of bones, but it appeared that there had to be a certain criteria that needed to be met in order for the Ghost begin the resurrection process and subsequently imprint themselves on their Guardian. It wasn't long before my Ghost found what would eventually become me. My bones were slumped over a now decrepit steering wheel in some random sedan. My Ghost made several high-pitch beeps after scanning my remains, clearly excited about something. My Ghost had lost the ability to speak a century or two before I met it, and so it had to communicate through a series of digital and mechanical sounds, as well as manipulation of the radio stations past broadcasts to create sentences that I could understand in the beginning. The resurrection process was a grotesque sight to behold, but thankfully I don't remember any of it as it looked awfully painful as well. Before I had a chance to catch my bearing, the Ghost began to beep and float around wildly, trying to turn my attention to a noise it heard on a ruined piece of freeway behind us. Just as I looked over and saw some strange creatures I now know as the "Fallen" the D.J. came back on the radio. The Guardian: "Woah-ho boy! How about them animal crappers, am I right? Anyways, welcome back to Last City Radio, I'm your D.J. until the sun goes down; The Guardian! And I'm here to bring you another hour of exquisite tunes from the Pre-Collapse era! Wait, is that a shadow I see? No! It's The Darkness with their hit song 'I Believe In A Thing Called Love'! This is one darkness I wouldn't mind being swept away by, am I right? Ha ha ha eh. Here you go." His voice trailed and took a turn for the worse towards the end. He probably realized his joke was in bad taste. Regardless, now my Ghost was getting even more frantic, gesturing as best it could to get me to run away from the Fallen on the horizon. When their commander pointed at me and shouted something, that was enough for me to decide to stay away from them. I had to run through what felt like miles of wrecked and rusted cars on legs that barely felt functional. Not only did I have the threat of immanent re-death at my back, but I had a song by a man with a high-pitched voice singing a rock song about the rhythm of his heart blasting into my ear thanks to my Ghost fusing into me. All in all it was a terrible wake-up party to say the least. -------------- I'll be writing more, but depending on the feedback I get I might just keep it to myself or edit it back in to this post. I know I didn't give much as it was just an excerpt, but I'd still like to know what you guys thought of it so far, and if you would be interested in seeing more.