Description: adventures of my friends and I in story form. As a man's eyes shot open, he had to immediately inhale a large amount of air. His chest burned as it readjusted to being used for the first time in a long time. "Guardian? Can you hear me, Guardian?" a humanish voice was the first sound that came to his ears. The voice sounded robotic, as if the person were speaking into a fan. He nodded to the voice, too busy coughing heavily to look at the source. "I'm happy I found you, but now is not the time for reunion, Fallen are scattered searching for us." The robotic voice spoke again. The human, finally having recovered from the coughing fit, opened his eyes for the first time. "Oh God, my eyes!" Big mistake. He was blinded by the intense light of the sun. He slowly opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the light. When he was sure he wouldn't be blinded once again, he slowly rose to his feet as the bones and joints popped back into place. He looked at his hands and flexed them a few times, not entirely sure what was going on. 'Gloves?' He thought to himself. Looking around, the man couldn't find whoever was the owner of the robot voice, "hello?" "Greetings Guardian." The ghost answered, swiftly glided into the human's view. "The hell?!" the Guardian jumped, so startled he fell back down. "Are you alright Guardian?" the ghost floated closer to the Guardian's head, who swatted at it. "What in God's name are you?" the Guardian asked, not at all expecting the voice to come from a spiky little ball. "I am a Ghost; more accurately, I'm your Ghost. We can't stay here it's not-" "Where am I?" the Guardian cut the Ghost off and took in his snow covered surroundings. Along with the snow, he could see cars for miles in all directions. What ground wasn't covered by snow and metal had small shrubbery and patches of grass and dirt. "You are on earth, in an area we call the Cosmodrome, in the middle of Russia. We must get moving, it's not safe here." The small Ghost whirred and floated close to the guardian, occasionally turning in random directions to make sure they hadn't yet been spotted. "Uh-huh, one more question before we get to that. Who am I?" the Guardian asked, finally getting back to his feet. "A revived Guardian doesn't often have amnesia." The spikes on the Ghost rotated back and forth as it flew around the Guardian. "Well, from what I've read from your vitals, you are Venix. You passed before the Traveler arrived, apparently in some sort of massive pile up of traffic." The Ghost didn't entirely know that part, but judging by the rusted cars, that could be an accurate explanation. The Guardian went to scratch the back of his head, only to scratch at a hard surface. Reaching up both hands, he felt around, confirming to himself that he was wearing a helmet. "Huh. Okay little ball, show me where I need to go," Venix said, ready to move wherever this strange, spiky white ball was going to take him. "Ghost--" it replied, slightly annoyed, "one second." Venix jumped as the Ghost quickly flew into his chest and disappeared, leaving behind a thin cloud of blue particles. "What the actual fu-" "I'm still here," the Ghost reassured, "the HUD on your helmet should have a waypoint showing you where to go now." Venix looked, and sure enough, there was a grayish diamond on his screen leading him towards a large, rusty complex that really looked like it could fall apart if you took a wrong step. "Uhh are you sure that's safe in there?" the Guardian voiced his concerns. "Don't be a baby. It's safer in there than it is out there." "Are you kidding? There's nothing out here but snow and rust. What could possibly-". As if to answer his question, an inhuman roar sounded out through the valley. "Ready to go now?" Ghost commented. Normally, Venix would have a snarky comment, but right now he was too busy running.