I limped my way to the ship. Zavala had given orders for a planet-wide evacuation. I had to leave now. Not because I wanted to. But because if I stayed I would die. With three more steps, I could make it into the ship. One... two... I fall over. C'mon! Just one more step! As I struggle to stand a shapr blow slams into my side. I get the wind knocked outta me. I slam into a battered building. I don't know how much longer I can survive. But now at least I can see what shot me. It is a Red Legion Phalanx. Oh well then. I'm stuck in a building, a hole in the side of my armor, no Ghost left to help me. Then I realize what hurt my back so much. I landed right on my Red Spectre. My body is lodged in some debris. I look around, my Sleeper Simulant lays snapped in half on the ground. I reach to my belt for my Vestian Dynasty. As my right arm lowers to grab my sidearm, the building I'm stuck inside starts shaking. NO! I'm going to die! "Help me!" I shout. But nobody can hear me. The building falls down on me. 3 DAYS LATER, Ruins of The Last City "Eyes up here pretty boy!" Someone says. I look upwards, I can't see them properly, the visor on my helmet is shattered. I'm saddened by this. It was my last Mangonel Type 2 helmet. And it contrasted greatly with my Duskrender armor. But that's not the point. The point is to get my helmet off. I reach for my head and attempt to pull my helmet from there. I don't need to. The helm breaks into two separate parts and the visor falls down to the ground. I stare up at the woman who saved me. I recognize her armor. It's Arty. The Huntress from before. I don't know how long it's been but it has obviously been long enough to dig me up from under a building. "What happened?" I ask Arty. She looks to me. The City fell. I know that. We're a few of the last people here. At least from what I've seen. "Total destruction of everything and everyone. That's what happened." Arty the Huntress tells me. "Anybody who was here and maybe everyone in the City for that matter are fleeing Earth or dead." She picks up a Shadow Price from a dead civilian. "We need to get out of here. The EDZ is safer than here." I simply nod now. My black hair gets in the way of my sight a bit before I push it back. I rush after Art, carrying a damaged Red Spectre. We take the alleys and some underground roads. Anything in the main streets is suicide. There are Cabal kill squads probably just waiting for some idiot to stroll up and get shot to bits. After about twenty minutes, we make it to Bannerfall. It is one of the few towers left standing. Once inside, Arty, or Artemis, tells me to grab ammo and any guns I can find. I stroll around the area. There is a burnt New Monarchy banner in what would be the Plaza. The red is black on the sides and there are bullet holes in it. And... oh my. Someone replaced the old Concordat Banner with a new one. Treasonous traitors. I look around. Then I find something. There is a black and silver rocket launcher sitting on a table. And it's a Gjallarhorn. I reach for it and take hold. A blue light fills my belt. My Ghost flies upwards. It looks to me and makes a nodding motion. With a tug I carry the Gjallarhorn and put it onto my back. 1 DAY LATER I don't know where we are at this point but we're far beyond Twilight Gap. Artemis and I haven't talked much but we have stayed together. I jump from one rock ledge to another. Each time without hesitation. I think I'm getting used to not having the Light. Eventually I reach an area that's larger than the rest. Two ledges about 6 feet apart. I try to make it happen. OH $#!&. I fall straight down till I slam face first into the rock covered ground. 3 HOURS LATER I awake with a sharp pain in my side. That fall must've opened the slug thrower wound again. Alongside Artemis is another woman. And a bird. Wait! A vulture? I pull out my Vestian Dynasty and aim at the bird. Artemis steal the sidearm. "Calm down ya lug!" She shouts at me. "This is Hawthorne, and that's Louis." I stare at this Hawthorne woman. Who names a bird Louis? Anyway, Hawthorne reaches out her hand and helps me up. "Alright then Guardian." She says. "Lets get ya to The Farm, feed ya, and fix up your gun.