This is part one of a little fanfic I wrote about the attempt by Eris's fireteam to take on Crota. If you like it, give it a bump, and I'll try to get part two out asap. The nameless Taikonaut lay on the surface of the moon. His suit, once white and shiny and new, was now gray from the dust that had slowly covered his body. The dust had filled his suit, leeching in from the hole in his face mask, slowly covering his grinning skull. He would have been born somewhere in Mainland China - Shanghai, or perhaps Beijing. He would have looked up at the stars at night in wonder, hoping to go there. He would’ve gotten his opportunity when he received an e-mail from the Chinese space program, telling him that he was a prime candidate for their lunar colony in the ocean of storms. He lived among explorers - pathfinders - pioneers. He died among them as well. His comrades were scattered everywhere, some buried, some not, their mouths open in eternal screams. The Taikonaut lay, undisturbed. But then, a strange breeze arrived, and gray dust flew over the taikonaut’s body. The ground seemed to shake, as did the ruined structures that surrounded the dead man. Six jump ships appeared above the Ocean of Storms. Quickly, their passengers teleported to the surface, before the ships flew back into orbit. The Taikonaut would not have recognized the six beings that stood before him - or perhaps he would have. All six of them were Guardians - servants of the traveler, and protectors of the Last City on Earth. There was one titan by the name of Vell Tarlowe, whose markings identified him as a member of the Pilgrim Guard. There were two warlocks as well. One was an exo by the name of Eriana-3, a member of the Order of the Praxic Fire, and the other went by the name of Toland. There were three hunters as well - Omar, Sai Mota, and Eris Morn. Toland cocked his head to side. “Well,” he said, “shall we be on our way?” Eriana remembered Wei-Ning. His helmet off in the tower, laughing in spite of the Darkness. Wei, fighting off hordes of Fallen from the city walls. Wei, as he faced droves of Hive on the moon. Wei, slumped down from pure exhaustion. Wei, as the beast who called himself the Son of Oryx brought a sword down on his head. Eriana clenched her fists. “Yes,” she said, “let us have our vengeance.” The Guardians, weapons in hand, walked past the Taikonaut, with one thought filling their heads. Revenge. They walked past the dead man, their footprints preserved in the dust of the moon. Yet still, the Taikonaut screamed. Edit: Part Two is finally here! https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/197288882/0/0