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Edited by iShootpoop13: 6/30/2016 8:55:35 PM
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Vector Two - Short Story

I had some energy to write today, and I didn't feel like writing my usual stuff so I looked to Destiny for it. Sorry if it's a little wordy, it took a bit to hit my flow. ______________________ The cold mountain air blew small flurries into a fury, whisking snow everywhere and coating the lens of her long rifle. Even if she felt no cold, it sucked that the freezing air was laced with snow. It made sight lines impossible, thermal optics jammed and stuck, and since these Fallen weren’t blessed with light, the scopes she’d adapted for use in the Crucible did very little to pierce the snow except make the world a shifting mass of cold. But the hunter was a relentless tracker. Her armor, shaded white for this particular message, gave no giveaways to her position. There was no fear, only calm and refined movements, prone and half-buried in the snow. She'd been there for almost five hours, staring down the scope of her rifle. Stillpiercer, it was called. It was her baby, her child. Scope zooms up to ten-thousand percent, shooting 13.2x92 Millimeter bullets at speeds in excess of four thousand feet per second. The impact energy at two miles was well over twelve thousand foot-pounds, enough to rip a Captain's Shield in half, penetrate through his head, and continue on the other side with enough energy to down a second shield. She could recall those facts like they were nothing. She had her rifle mastered. It was part of her, and it was incredibly useful to be able to calculate bullet drop at ranges. And here, it was being used to sight in on a congregation of Fallen, close to the city. In the middle of winter, in the middle of old Russia. Well, at least she was back out in the wild after that last disaster of a run in the Trials. Just after she'd thought that, the haze of snow began to settle, the wind dying out. She could see the advancing group now, arc blades glowing an ethereal blue in the night. Tapping the side of her helmet, the hunter spoke up, her voice a low growl. She wasn't worried about being heard, but it was peaceful out here. It'd be a shame to shatter it. [i]"Vanguard, Vanguard, this is Vector Two. Standby for report two-dash-five." "Vector Two, this is Vanguard. Send your traffic, over."[/i] Of course it was Zavala. He was always waiting for reports. For once, she'd like to talk to Cayde or even Ikora. At least they had some semblance of a personality. And life. Titans were all 'hold the wall, punch anything that tries to get through.” At least Warlocks had something interesting to offer every now and then. Other Hunters could compare experience, and had a kind of camaraderie that was entirely shorthand, speaking light and easy and never panicking. [i]"Line Echo: Eyes on roughly 40 Fallen personnel, five caps and ten vandals. Rest are dregs, break. Line Yankee: 20 skiffs, closing fast. ETA, Five Minutes. Line Zulu: One Servitor, ten Vandals. How copy so far, over?" "Yes, say again Line Yankee, Vector." "Roger, I say again Line Yankee. Line Yankee: Two-Zero Skiffs, ETA is five minutes. How copy?” "Solid copy on all. Do you have any other remarks? Over." "Negative, no further remarks at this time." “Standby for orders, Vector Two. Over.”[/i] Now came the waiting game. She ran her fingers over her left arm, waiting. Her tags weren't around her neck; too easy to lose, and total disintegration like the fusion rifles tended to produce meant they'd get lost. The engraving along the arm told all the information they'd need. [i]“Vector Two, you are cleared to engage all targets of opportunity.”'[/i] And there it was. Scoping in, she settled the bipod down. True, most guardians didn't use one. But she was shooting at incredible range for anybody to even see, let alone shoot. She would take any advantage of the rifle. So the Hunter waited, held her breath, sights hovering over the servitor's exposed center. It seemed to be looking at her, one of the Fallen Machine-Gods turning a scrying eye towards her. And for a second, she thought it could see. There was no hesitation in pulling the trigger, just a booming roll of thunder as the void bullet tore a gaping hole in the front face of the machine, turning it into scrap metal and ruining some poor Vandal's day. Try explaining to the Archons why they lost another one. Of course, that brought some attention, and she turned slightly, tiny minutes of arc that made the difference between Vandal and Dreg. But then she actually spotted the ringleader of it all. Always the big guy, the one barking orders. An Archon. They never seemed to realize there was a sniper, just stood around dumbfounded as they waited for orders. That gave her time to settle in, take another shot. He never saw it coming, looking away to yell at a Vandal trying to fix the Servitor. Instead, the bullet caught him in the side of the head, explosive decompression of his suit and ether sending a spray of bright white into the air. She afforded herself a smile, tapping the side of her helmet as she packed up her rifle. [i]“Vanguard, count one Servitor and one Archon down. Send in the Titans.”[/i]

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