[b]Reminder: Destiny is owned by Bungie, the only thing of the game I own is a disc and the characters I play on, and I just simply wanted to try my hand at some creative writing involving the game universe. As far as I know, something like this hasn't/will not happen, it's just me how I picture a Cabal commander looking.[/b] [i]“…The sky was a dark orange, an amber dusk, an amber husk of its daytime splendor, but no-one cared. The husk of the dusk was unimportant to most. Most where worrying about the husk that was the dark, the void of light that consumed the amber dusk. Most worried of the purple night, the purple miasma of the dark and the void, the lack of the amber. The lack of the light. But I was not so easily scared. Maybe it’s because I am a husk, a void lit by a flame brighter than this amber dusk of dread I stand under. Ancient buildings, new memories, all swirling around this evening sky. All swirling around and around, like the blade of a warrior, like… Like the twirl of a dress, like the rifle of a gunman, like the explosion from a nuclear bomb. All of this, all of these cycles, all lie in this dusk, but they all are truth. They all lie about what they are and there is no truth, but deception. Nothing but the amber husk of the dusk. Or was it the amber dusk of the husk? Is it a dusk of dust? Is it a never-ending cycle or will the torment and pleasure end? Is there an end to this amber husk, this dusk of a husk, this dusty, confusing dusk? Who is the husk and who is the other? Who are the ones made of dust and the other made of a husk? What is this knowledge that grapples my bones like a climber does his rope, like a man does his wife, like a murderer does his victim. I think to myself and all I get is a whisper in the wind, nothing to see or to hear but it’s there. Slaked thirsts grow hungry and time passes from this amber dusk, this husk of a day past, and soon the void will consume everything here until the light may shine once more…”[/i] The armored man and his Ghost looked at the writing, the cryptic booklet, and stored it in a pouch on his hip. He knew it was a madman’s work but madmen are all there seem to be these days, he thought. The Titan looked to the simmering orange desert of Mars, orange hue of the sky reminding of the use of words in the man’s journal entry. He wished ever so badly to find the man’s legacy out, find out what had happened to him, if he was still alive. He doubted so, the paper was so very old. Radio static, then a beep. [i]“Does anyone read me? Come in, can anyone here me?”[/i] The Titan stopped and then activated his comm. “Yes, this is Favor-4, what is it?” A gruff voice, which sounded human, replied back. [i]“Cabal are everywhere over here, and a Guardian is hurt. We were tasked with securing a high-value package. The package is secure but not safe. We need you over here, ASAP.”[/i] Pinpoint coordinates appeared on the Exo’s HUD and he summoned his Sparrow. He had no idea how much he could help but it was his duty to help those who needed it, for this was the rule of a Titan. He zipped off to the coordinates to witness a massive firefight between what seemed an army of Cabal and two Guardians. One was for sure a Hunter, he saw the cloak from a mile away, but it looked like the other was a Warlock, which somewhat confused him. Most Warlocks never came this far out unless it was required. Mars was a desolate place with the only interesting feature is the amount of Vex on it, or so they thought. He dismounted and drew his trusty Auto-Rifle “Up For Anything”, a gift from Commander Zavala forever ago. He aimed and popped a Cabal skull. One after one, his “Up For Anything” tore through the Cabal and their armor. He, after exhausting his ammunition, pulled out his favorite shotgun and ran towards the towering figures, pumping shells into the formation of Cabal. He made sure never to get too close, for the Cabal hit hard and he didn’t the currency to repair his gear. A Cabal Phalanx line held a barrier between the Titan and a huge, black-armored Colossus. He stood watching the Titan, beady eyes observing through the pudgy helmet. The Titan, out of ammo for all his guns, resorted to fighting the Cabal with his fists, in which he easily won, thanks to his advanced armor and the amount of strength he was using with each blow. His Exo muscles never tired, so this would only end when the enemy retreat of fall, he thought after punching a Legionaries’ skull in with a single strike. The Titan’s Ghost, whom had been floating above the battlefield, watched as the Traveler’s light was used as the most painful weapon he ever saw. Electricity flew from the Titan’s fists as blow upon blow rained from him, blood-spattered armor shining in the bright light, while the Hunter shot at the many Cabal surrounding the Titan. The Warlock stayed in her position, tending to the package she had in her arms, firing at the enemy crowd when she could. The Black Colossus roared, readied his weapon, and fired into the air. The Cabal all stopped. The Colossus barked an order, and the Cabal hastily retreated from the Hunter and the Titan. They both watched as the Colossus shambled towards the two, imposing tower of a body looking like an obsidian boulder, an object of an impregnability that frightened the Titan, a darkness that took the form of a fifteen-foot warlord. [b]If I get enough requests to continue this I will, and if I don't then I'll more than likely continue it anyways because it's fun to try and push myself to write stories instead of boring essay after essay.[/b] [b]Edit: Part 2 is up! You can read it [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/105746853]Here[/url][/b]