If you enjoyed please leave a like, and if you want to read more Fireteam Slingshot here is the link to the Fireteam Slingshot Home Page: [url]https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Post?groupId=1371758&postId=244561414[/url] [i]4 Weeks after the capture of the City, Somewhere near the EDZ[/i] Shift dropped out of the building, stumbling along the overgrown path. He stopped short as his trench coat caught on a gnarly bush. "Aaagh! I don't need more holes in this!" Shift complained. He tugged on it gently, then a little harder. "Shift, what are you doing?" An automated female voice complained. Lima, his ghost hovered nearby. She pouted as Shift struggled. "Fighting the Hive!" Shift said sarcastically. "You already have so many holes in that cloak though!" Lima pouted. "Just rip it and we'll move on!" "Look Lima, I know it as holes in it but I have to a little digniTAAAAY!!" His sentecne was stopped short as his cloak freed itself. It shredded with a nasty sound as he fell face first. Shift pushed himself off the ground. He removed his helmet slightly and rubbed his nose. Lima was still giggling at his expense when he sat up. “Why is this helmet so tight?” He said to himself. "I don’t know Shift, maybe if you didn’t get shot down two years ago..." Lima said, still giggling. "This mess is not my fault!" Shift protested, standing. "How would I have known that the Fallen were so accurate with those Skiff turrets?" "Those Dregs have uncanny grenade aim, maybe they were shooting that time?" Lima asked. "Agh! I don't know! This is still not my fault!" Shift began stomping off, sidearm in hand. "Ralph and Toaster are the most forgetful guardians ever." Lima giggled again and dissipated in a flash. Shift sighed as he continued towards the ominous spike in the distance. The large, white, crescent shape cut the sky. Flashes of blue and purple inside and all round it. It was surrounded by a large forest as well. It was apparently known as a ghost forest or something. Shift had spotted a fight between ships from the Cabal and Fallen. The Fireteam had decided to go check it out. They had drawn straws to see who would go first. Shift was sure that Ralph had somehow cheated his way out of it, but he couldn't prove it. Toaster had mentioned that they should go to Mars ever since Shift had seen the ships. He had speculated that he could "Finally blow up those Vex guys now that the space turtles left!" or something. Shift and Ralph had been bored enough to agree to go, but Shift had to fix his ship first. And that was all on top of another problem. Shift couldn't glow anymore. The guardians of Fireteam Slingshot had all agreed that what they did was not wielding light, but just some fancy glowing. As a team, they could only "glide", "lift", or as Ralph put it: "Basically just jump higher than other people...and come back to life." But a couple weeks ago, Shift had a terrible case of sleep paralysis and Constellation, Ralph’s Ghost, had moaned about the end of days or some crap. Shift and the team hadn't taken Constellation seriously until Lima said she couldn't resurrect Shift. And so, they had wandered aimlessly on a 14-day hike, with no idea what had happened. Lima had guessed it had something to do with the Traveler, and that they maybe should do something to fix it, but one look between them and they decided to ignore it. The last couple of weeks had consisted of the Fireteam sitting all day in an abandoned suite. They had found an ancient holo-screen and had searched for parts ever since. For food the team gathered random organic materials and with the help of their Ghosts, turned them into mediocre meals. In their little apartment, they watched as the occasional Fallen scouts would pass by. Every now and then a Dreg would peek inside only to get thrown off the adjacent cliff out the window. Slingshot made bets on how the Dregs would die once tossed out the window. Toaster had won last week's bet when the last Dreg exploded against the ground 150 feet below. Shift groaned again as he was reminded the stench, he clutched his stomach. That Dreg had been in need of a shower. The creature had smelled so bad even Shift’s air filters couldn't keep the odor out as he dropped him off the ledge. Shift kicked a rock along the path. He heard it bump against something. Shift looked up from his feet and jumped. A spooky forest branch was stretching down as if it was trying to grab him by his collar. He had covered a lot more distance than he guessed. Lima yelped as well, causing him to jump again. "WAH! DOOoon't!" Shift said. "Sorry!" Lima squeaked. Shift’s heart sank, and he slowly and pointedly looked into the forest. "Lima are there-" "50 of them!" Lima squeaked again. Shift sighed looking up into the sky. "Call the others..." Shift said as looked down at his feet again, chin to his chest. Shift hunched down against a nearby corner in wait. When he saw their ships fly over he started to sit up. He slipped as his cloak caught on a bar protruding from the concrete, claiming part of the fabric. "AAAAGH!" Lima giggled.