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Edited by jhermannITJ:
12/1/2025 3:36:35 PM
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To set the tone, where did the bullet come from?
(1)
[url=https://www.destinypedia.com/Weblore:Season_of_the_Drifter#Praxic_Order]Praxic Order[/url]
[i]"The more petals Lionel swept into his garbage bag, the more there seemed to be. His back, slightly crooked with age, burned in protest as he continued to stoop and work.
A man in a long coat stood watching him on the opposite side of the long hallway. Lionel figured he'd go away eventually, but the man stayed, idly flipping a green coin.
"Can I help you?" Lionel asked, growing annoyed.
"They make elders do this? Can't the maintenance frames handle it?"
"Speeds things up. The petals get everywhere from the… whatever the kids call it."
"Crimson Days."
"That's the one."
"Come on! No one's too old to celebrate Crimson Days."
"My wife died the day the Tower fell."
The man stared at the ceiling. Lionel continued to sweep.
"I got nothing to do today," the man said. "Let me take care of this for you."
"No, thanks."
Lionel dumped another dustpan full of petals into his bag, then turned and walked right into the man's outstretched hand: palm up, full of glowing, sapphire cubes.
"Lotta Glimmer," Lionel said, eyeing the money and the man in turn.
"Yours. Let me finish this job for you."
"You a Guardian?"
"It's complicated."
Lionel stared down at the pure material potential sitting in the man's hand.
"I'll take your vest and hat, too," said the man. "Please."
**
The man took off his coat and put on Lionel's orange vest. He put on Lionel's hat and pulled it low, covering his eyes. As he walked, he passed a frame diligently sweeping the connecting antechamber, and paused to point back toward the petal-strewn hallway he'd just come from. "You missed a spot," he said. The frame stared at him, then at the hallway. It marched towards its new objective.
The man continued his walk.
**
Warlock Aunor Mahal brushed past a maintenance worker in an orange vest emptying a trash can into a large plastic bag. The door to the Consensus closed heavily behind her.
The Vanguard and representatives from various City factions had gathered around a massive table. Cayde's seat was empty.
"The Drifter poses no immediate threat to the population," Zavala was saying to the Consensus as Aunor approached. "Therefore, we motion to grant him a more permanent lease—"
"My Order disagrees," she cut in fiercely.
Zavala turned. With a slight incline of his head, he gestured from her to the rest of the group, "This is Warlock Aunor, representing the Praxic Order."
"I have paperwork to file, so I'll make this short," she said. "If the Vanguard is willing, the Praxic Order would like to excise the Drifter from the City. Immediately. We'll do it ourselves."
Zavala turned to look at her. "The Praxic opinion is noted. But the City welcomes all Guardians—"
"He's no Guardian."
"The City welcomes all of humanity who are willing to stand in defense of the City."
"Commander, with due respect, you asked the Order to have a voice in this discussion." She looked Zavala in the eye, and swept her gaze around the table to address the Consensus and Ikora. "The Praxic Order has existed since the founding of the City to keep artifacts of the Darkness out of Guardian hands. In our opinion, the Drifter represents as great a threat to our people as Ghaul or the Taken King."
"Go on, girl," Executor Hideo said, steepling his fingers.
"She is no 'girl,'" Ikora hissed.
Aunor ignored them both, continuing, "The Drifter has convinced the Guardian population to use the Taken as a weapon. To murder Guardians."
"There have been no final deaths," said Zavala.
"That we know of," Aunor replied. "You're allowing that man to normalize interaction with the Taken."
Ikora and Zavala shared a look.
"The past few months, the Praxic Order has seen a historic number of Guardians go rogue."
"'Rogue,' 'rogue,' what is 'rogue,'" Arach Jalaal said. "Everyone is a rogue now. It is fashionable to be a rogue."
"You'll see it in my report," Aunor said. "Some have adopted the name 'Dredgen.' You want my professional opinion? Ideas are powerful things, and the Drifter has too many. Board that travesty he calls a ship and throw him out an airlock, before the City sees another Dark Age."
The Vanguard and the Consensus looked at her in silence.
"I have paperwork to file," she said again, turning around. "You know where my office is." As she left, she saw that same maintenance worker had fallen asleep in the entrance way, hat over his eyes, leaning against a trash can. She narrowed her eyes".[/i]
[url=https://www.destinypedia.com/Weblore:Season_of_the_Drifter#The_Murder_of_Cayde-6]The Murder of Cayde 6[/url]
Continued in (2)...
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I know! It came from Uranus! On the dark side in a deep, nasty looking crevice.
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8 RepliesEdited by jhermannITJ: 12/1/2025 3:43:36 PM(2) Continued from (1).... [i]"Dawdling outside the entrance to a Gensym lab, the man tucked a green coin into a pocket of his newly-acquired duster, and then checked to make sure his Obsidian Mind was sealed shut. He fiddled with the clasps of the helmet as a technician carrying a clipboard hurried up to the door. She stepped inside, and he followed on her heels. The doors almost caught him as they slid shut, and the tech noticed, turning around to take stock of him. "How you livin'?" The man said in a deep, modulated voice as he shouldered past her. "Creep," the tech muttered, and walked the other way. The man stopped to check a listing of room schedules on a monitor at the front desk, then continued down the hall into the darkness of Lab 3. Inside, the Praxic Warlock Aunor stood under a constellation of holographic projections anchored in the air around her. She saw the man out of the corner of her eye, and nodded her head slightly. "Warlock," the man said in greeting. "Warlock," she returned, dragging a looping feed from a far corner into focus in front of her. "I won't be long." "Take your time," he said, leaning against the far wall. "I've always wanted to see a Praxic at work." "I assure you it's glamorous," she replied, throwing her arms wide and unfolding the feed into a three-dimensional space. The lab flashed with light and became the shattered, burning husk of the Prison of Elders. The man turned to his left and saw a familiar, weathered face staring up at the eight Barons of the Tangled Shore. Cayde-6 stumbled forward and raised a hand. "Hey, help me out here, little buddy." His Ghost appeared in a blazing burst of Light. "Freeze playback," Aunor said. Time stopped. "Confirm what I'm seeing." The Tower's central processing unit spoke with an automated voice. "Ghost 'Sundance' audiovisual feed, third-person perspective; date of recording is roughly six months prior." "Scan the feed for soft light interposition." "None found. This Ghost feed is direct from the subject's databanks and has not been tampered with." "Resume playback." The high-pitched whine of the Rifleman's weapon was the last sound on the feed. It was the last thing Cayde's Ghost ever heard. The bullet shattered the holographic world around Aunor and the man, and Lab 3 reappeared in its place. Aunor swept her coat back and clasped her armored hands behind her. "Why did the feed end?" "Subject 'Sundance' suffered unrecoverable system failure and ceased recording." "Scorn guns can't kill a Ghost," the man said, taking a step away from the wall, and uncrossing his arms. Aunor ignored him. "Cause of death?" she continued. "'Sundance' appears to be the victim of a single, catastrophic wound from a Devourer Bullet, modified to fire from a Scorn launcher. Projectile classified as ontological." "Define Devourer Bullet." "Payload matches the ballistics of a Weapon of Sorrow or a comparable Hive implement." "What do you think, Warlock?" Aunor asked the man without turning around. "Didn't the Mindbender build himself an Ascendant throne?" "Yes." "Crafting bullets sounds easy if you can manage that." "The Sword Logic doesn't work that way. The throne came after," Aunor replied. "It was built on Cayde-6's death. I didn't catch your name." "Finch," said the man. "Finch," Aunor echoed dryly. He gestured at the holographic displays. "What's all this for?" The various HUDs and data streams reflected off Aunor's polished black helmet. "I'm investigating the possible involvement of the Hero of the War in the death of Cayde-6." Finch chuckled. "Won't they hang you for that?" Aunor looked at the ground. "You'd be surprised what this City will let a Lightbearer get away with." "I hear that. So? Is the big hero actually the villain?" "You can read the report once the Vanguard publishes it." Finch nodded. "Fair enough." He turned to leave, then stopped himself. "And what actually happens if the saint turns out to be a sinner?" Aunor still hadn't turned around. "The Praxic Order doesn't hesitate, doesn't stop. If we can prove you've done demonstrable harm to humanity or the City, doesn't matter how far or how fast you run. We'll catch you. And you'll face Praxic Fire." "You're a scary sister." She turned to look directly at him. "You have no idea." Finch coughed and headed for the door. Behind him, Aunor called out, "Didn't you need lab time?" "Just remembered I'm busy," he replied over his shoulder and disappeared. The doors closed and Aunor stood in the half-darkness, a sea of data streams reflecting off her helmet. "Restart the feed," she said".[/i] [b]•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••[/b] [b][i]How you livin'?[/i][/b] That's Germaine in disguise trying to get a handle on how it happened... IF IT HAPPENED. [b]"Freeze playback," Aunor said. Time stopped. "Confirm what I'm seeing."" [/b] Is that redundancy in the exposition, or a declaration. Did playback stop? OR did "TIME" stop in the moment when Sundance was shot. So, where did the bullet come? The fact that Germaine risked disguising himself to spy on Aunor's investigation... Means probably not from him. Then who? Uldren didn't have a throne world... and that was not a weapon of sorrow that killed Sundance. Note: I'm saying... "killed Sundance"... not Cayde. Per the lore Devourer bullets can only be forged, independent of a dedicated weapon like Thorn, inside a Throne World. Mara Sov has a Throne World 👀. Mara Sov is Uldren's sister. 😇👍💠 Do you know why Aunor is at the outpost on Mars? It's not about the Drifter. Aunor follows through. Continued in (3)....
