"They say that Titans are amongst the most reckless of the guardians. Their minds filled with an insatiable hunger for conquest and destruction. If logic and reason are the fountains from which we quench our thirst then the Titan's mind is nothing short of a barren wasteland, or am I wrong? Regardless of the landscape, the mind of a guardian is nothing short of a monstrosity. The light from the traveler, it..it [b][i]changed[/i][/b] them. They are no longer the same person, no longer a living being. Be warned residents of the city these monsters are not to be trus.." [b][i]CRUNCH[/i][/b] "What a load of shit." I sigh as fragments of what was once a tablet shatter and rain from my palm. "Hey these things aren't cheap you know! Damn it Leo! Do you know how long it took me to earn the glimmer for that!?" She yells as she picks at the shattered remains. Tendrils of gold flutter in the wind, she brushes them behind her ear with her free hand. "You're definitely going to buy me a new one jerk!" She shouts as she tries to fit two mismatched pieces together to no avail. "Yeah yeah." I reply, eyes fixated on the sky above. Meet Jessica. A warlock with an obsession with technology. Not that it's really all that surprising, her type is always fixated on something. Whether it's unlocking the secrets of the arcane, or tinkering with the mind cores of exo guardians unfortunate enough to be caught off guard. Hell if given the chance she would probably do the same to a human. Never have I been more grateful for the fact that guardians can't sleep. If that weren't the case I would probably be her first test subject for human experimentation. The thought sends chills down my spine. Some say the Exo can enter into a mode similar to sleep; constantly running battle simulations in preparation for the next encounter. I don't believe it though, none of us even remember what sleep feels like. It seems like every time I go to close my eyes I space out. My consciousness slips away, and I start to drown in the light. When I open them again I'm standing on yet another foreign planet, surrounded by an unfamiliar pile of corpses. "Not that it matters," I mutter under my breath "we're nothing more than puppets anyways." A sharp pain radiates through my head as Jessica's fist collides. "Who's the puppet?!" She yells with a raised fist. Wavering slightly as if my answer would determine its destination. Shit. I always forget how insane her hearing is. Not that it's always a bad thing, such a skill is always useful on the field. It's always nice to know when an enemy prepares an ambush. Their shallow breaths, inaudible to even the most fine tuned Exo, echo like thunder in her ears. As far as I'm concerned she can easily outclass any hunter in reconnaissance. "Sorry. Sorry. I was just thinking out loud. About this messed up world. About the past. About Max.." My voice trails off at the realization of what I had said. Too soon. The wounds haven't had time to heal. Her arm goes limp and falls to her side. A once proud and defiant fist trembles in pain, as if the weight of the world had come crashing down upon her. Silence. The two of us said nothing to one another for what seemed like hours, each of us lost in a sea of memories. We both loved Max. He was the older brother I never had, the one person in this messed up world who seemed to shine brightest; even in the face of discrimination from the city residents, even in the face of death. He shined brighter than anyone. Perhaps brighter than even the traveler itself. He was the only person who seemed to have hope for the future. And maybe it was for this reason that Jessica looked at him in a different light, and loved him in a way I didn't understand. And I resented him for it; the one person who held the lives of every person in this sick and twisted world above his own. The one person who truly believed in me and what I could become. And I resented him. All because of feelings I couldn't understand back then, but it's clear now. I loved Jessica. And she loved him. That's why I can never let her know the truth of what really happened that day. The day that Max died. The day I killed a hero. To be continued.... Part 2: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/120954314/0/0 Part 3: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/121765736/0/0 Hey guys I thought I'd try out a first person narration in this story. This is only the first part of many to come, and I wanted to establish an early foundation for developing the characters. So I'm sorry there isn't any real action in this one! I'll post the next one tomorrow night!