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Vane cursed under his breath as he watched her disappear into the darkness. He had no intention of getting involved in Rally’s private war with the Fallen, he just wanted to get out of this alive. Unsure of what to do, he looked to Rubik for answers. The gawky alien was clumsily stomping the remains of the fire out, perhaps in an effort to avoid detection. “Hey, look at this! “, he remarked, retrieving a torn and partially burnt book page from the smoldering heap. “Ecclesiastes 2:15…’The fate of the fool will overtake me also. What then do I gain by being wise?’ Seems appropriate, right?” He glanced at Vane, who was staring at him in disbelief. “Oh, right, it’s you” quipped Rubik, followed by an exasperated sigh. “It means, um…YOLO?” ​ His trepidation momentarily overcome by annoyance, Vane snatched up his rifle, gesturing in Rally’s direction and glaring at Rubik. “She’s insane, and you’re an idiot!” He turned on his heels and set off to find her, a riot of plasma blasts and inhuman shrieks providing a clear beacon to her position. ​ Rounding a corner into a moonlit clearing, Vane paused to assess the situation. Up ahead, Rally was locked in furious combat with a seemingly endless flood of vandals and dregs. Intermittent shock pistol salvoes and the glowing arcs of hurled grenades painted the scene in a psychedelic strobe effect, a brilliant-blue kaleidoscope of carnival slaughter. Though hopelessly outnumbered, Rally seemed oblivious to the danger as she mercilessly hacked through the swarm. For a moment, Vane was mesmerized as he watched. The flashing blade cleaved effortlessly through gangly limbs and slapdash armor, spurting fountains of multicolored viscera raining down on her silent fury. She was beautiful, terrifying, a guttersnipe valkyrie on the field of battle. “What is [i]with[/i] this chick?” Vane whispered, before the sound of Rubik’s approaching footsteps yanked him from his reverie. ​ Vane leveled his rifle, taking aim at a single dreg that was attempting to flank Rally from the shadows. He fired once, and a piercing thunderclap echoed through the twisted ruins. His hapless quarry exploded in a flash of light, the remains of its shriveled body flung high into the air. Seeming not to notice the sudden intervention, Rally continued her frenzied assault as dozens of Fallen closed on her. Lining up for another shot, Vane glanced back over his shoulder to address Rubik. “So, she can’t speak, and she’s clearly got some kind of death wish”, Vane mused, “and I don’t even want to know what happened with [i]you[/i] back there.” The Awoken fidgeted uncomfortably, avoiding Vane’s gaze. “I mean, can’t you like, fix her?” ​ "I’m a warlock, not a magician”, he replied dryly. He raised an eyebrow, and his voice took on an uncharacteristically accusatory tone as he examined Vane’s ponderous weapon. “And if you’re so worried about her, why didn’t you give [i]her[/i] that thing?” ​ "Hey! I earned this!” Vane shot back, jealously clutching his prize. A pair of vandals had noticed the recent gunshot and now charged in unison on their position. The rifle bucked against his shoulder as another blast erupted from its muzzle, the impact hitting one of the vandals squarely in the chest. Ignoring his fallen comrade, the remaining creature leapt at them, its pistol raised to fire. In a panic, Vane fumbled the weapon and nearly dropped it before finding his grasp and swinging the rifle like a high-tech club. Miraculously, the butt of the massive gun connected perfectly with the vandal’s skull. Its eyes rolled back lazily in their sockets and it collapsed in a heap at Vane’s feet. He quickly composed himself and turned to Rubik, his face twisted in a condescending sneer. “See that? I’m awesome. Now make yourself useful and go find a gun.” ​ "Um, okay, but that’s not really my thing” Rubik replied meekly. He bent down to pick up the incapacitated vandal’s pistol, eyeing it warily. Vane turned his attention back to Rally. Fewer Fallen now remained, but the girl was clearly starting to tire. Viewing her through the magnified scope, he watched as she drove her sword through the midsection of a squealing dreg. He took aim at another, but before he could react, a third dreg wielding a crackling shock-knife managed a brutal slash at Rally’s thigh. She staggered, and the bloodstained sword fell from her grasp. Desperate to grant her a moment’s reprieve, Vane fired twice, killing the two remaining dregs. As he did so, a volley of automatic arc-fire sizzled past his shoulder, impacting on a slab of concrete about twenty feet above Rally. A moment later, several more blasts impacted in the dirt just a few feet in front of him. He turned around slowly, his voice quivering with rage. ​ "What…are…you…AIMING AT!?” Embarrassed, Rubik dropped the pistol and turned away, muttering to himself. Remembering Rally’s predicament, Vane raised his weapon once more. He had just met this girl. He had no reason to care what happened to her, he told himself. You are Vane Stratos, master of your own destiny. And yet, he couldn’t deny that he felt…something, and he hated himself for it. He watched with a mixture of pity and admiration as she battled on. A vandal had kicked aside the Hive-sword, and it chortled with laughter as its brethren closed ranks, preventing her from reaching the weapon that had slain so many of its kin. Vane eyed the munitions indicator on his rifle. He knew he would only be allowed a few more precious shots before the weapon would return to its charging state. They were running out of options. ​ Vane debated over whether to fire as Fallen continued to clamber from the shadows. Rally threw a right cross at her nearest assailant, but her fatigue was visible as the creature shook off the blow and snarled at her in defiance. Within moments, there were three, then five, then ten Fallen surrounding her. Vane held his breath and prepared to fire, determined to make every shot count. He was interrupted by a thundering, guttural bellow that reverberated throughout the area. The sound hit his ears as a hammer blow, and he winced in pain. Fallen of every shape and size froze in place, their heads cocking in jerky, birdlike movements in an effort to identify the source of this intrusion. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Vane turned to see what had become of Rubik. His companion looked back at him blankly, but Vane could have sworn he saw a faint smirk cross his lips. The crumbling ruins provided perfect acoustics for what was to come. At first, a subtle prelude of indistinct chatter, of curses whispered in alien tongues. All around them, the shadowed periphery began to stir with life. The scraping of claws and the gnashing of teeth soon joined the demonic chorus, which swelled to envelop the Cosmodrome. Friend and foe alike were paralyzed with fear as the very ground at their feet trembled and shook. Only Rally continued to fight on, her bloodlust compelling her as she swung feebly at her oblivious foes. She was invisible to them now, a mere afterthought. From ancient pits and rock-hewn tunnels, a new threat arose. The Hive had returned to Earth. Across the clearing, a mountain of fallen girders and twisted debris caught Vane’s eye. The pile of wreckage suddenly stirred, heaving and convulsing like a monstrous, beating heart. With a tremendous crash, the mound erupted, concrete and rusted steel flung like kindling into the night sky. Within the cloud of dirt and ash, a shape emerged. An impossible creature of nightmare and fairy tale clawed its way to the surface, the beast struggling with the exertion of its own immeasurable bulk. At the sight of the hulking ogre, several dregs turned and fled in terror. One heroic vandal charged the monstrosity, and was stomped flat like an insect. A horde of screaming thralls spilled out behind the ogre, spurred on by their champion and thirsting for blood. As a furious melee between Hive and Fallen ensued, Vane turned to Rubik to confirm his suspicions. “You decided to phone a friend?” The warlock smiled and shrugged, clearly pleased with himself. “But, you [i]can[/i] control them, right?” "Control them?” The Awoken looked confused. “Oh, now you’re just being silly.” Vane bit his lip and somehow resisted the violent rage boiling within him. There would be time for that later. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and made a mad dash for Rally. Pressing his way through the battling throng, he climbed over and through a clashing mob of creatures far too preoccupied to engage him. He finally found the girl straddling a lifeless vandal, exhausted and futilely punching away at its bloodied corpse. Vane put a hand on her shoulder, and she swung at him and snarled. He recoiled, but her expression changed as realization struck her. She threw her arms around him, and Vane flinched as she clutched him in a desperate embrace, sobbing uncontrollably. Helpless and confused, he simply stood there, her wet tears running down his chest as brutal death rang out all around them. For a long moment they held each other, the familiar warmth building between them. Her scent came rushing back to him, lost lifetimes ago, now precious and new. He closed his eyes, and the battlefield washed away. In this moment, they were alone. Thanks for reading! This was chapter 7. If you enjoyed this and want to read more, you can see the current chapters and just select the one you want from the link here:https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10856982/1/A-Tale-Of-Destiny Edit: Thanks for the love, guys. This was a fun one. I will have 8 up maybe next week, as work allows.

Throwing knife is for girls...

Dejaros de tonterías como esta y arreglar los bugs, que xur traiga cosas que merezcan la pena, vais a perder clientes y jugadores como sigáis así

I know this is not the place for it but last night i joined a fire team to do hard crota after using about 15 heavy sinth as we could not quite get him dead the fire team leader looks at everyones weapons and sees i dont have the gally and boots me for it. Like it is my fault i had a 331 tracking launcher and always fired two shells to make sure they counted what a waste if my time. Decided to do the NF instead just before the priest was dead the other two players wave then boot me like what the hell i picked them up at least 10 times each and carried them all the way there So i am looking for a clan to join who regularly does the raids im done with randoms

Necrobump

Fire DeeJ. DeeJ is so incompetent.

Destiny Destiny oh where is my destiny The game to break new grounds The game with gambling The game with trading The game that is free roam Is it on the disc Somewhere we can't reach it Or can we reach it But we are to nervous that we'll get banned Bungie oh bungie You did so well with halo But what happened now Did activision make you too shallow But wait what about your community You say you listen to us But still no responses or changes And still broken promises We try to forget the great game that was So we can play the game that is But it isnt even the same game It only shares the same name I know it didnt live up to the hype I know cartoons have more story I know it is a cut down version I know it is different But make a change just dont sit there Dont let your reputation crash Your turning into to sledgehammer If only we would of gotten the game But its gone now Somewhere hidden in the past If only they would of not fired the story writer And not make any decisions fast Destiny Destiny oh where is my destiny

In-Game Trading: I've changed my stance on this subject, I say YES to trading, HOWEVER with a price: The items can only be weapons AND they will be nerfed (i.e. 331 to 321). Small price to pay to bypass the Great RNGesus and the non-traders still enjoy the added 10 point buffs on their loot for hanging in there and toughing it out. Thoughts? Agree/Disagreements? (keep in mind, a price must be paid for this "quick route" so dont argue that it should be entirely free).

Me parece a mi que os vais a comer con patatas los siguientes DLCs que lancéis. Creo que no me equivoco al decir que es la quinta semana que Xur no trae recargas sintéticas pesadas ni nada decente. ¿Trae la mejora del "rompehielos" cuando hace poco que lo trajo a 331 de ataque? Mas que el "agente de los nueve" parece el "agente de los inútiles".El, el agente y vosotros...

You guys suck fix your game idiots. Bungie is trash

you mean:*Rides a YouTuber's cock and doesn't send free gifts to the real players

Bungie rides on Activision's penis.

Anyone else recieved dissapointing rewards in nightfall for the last as far as I can remember?

If there's going to be trading added into destiny, there should be after mission trades and that's it. Say there's 3 people doing nightfall. Person A: suros Person B: last word Person C: Red Death Person A has suros already and person C has red death already, so person A, on the end game review reward page would press X ( ps3) or A (Xbox) and person C would accept trade and they trade the rewards to: Person A: Red Death Person B: last word Person C: suros The layout would have the button to ask trade with the person you wish to. So youre Person A and want to trade with person C, Person A: (you) Person B: friend (Square to trade items) Person C: friend (X to trade items) And same for xbox layout. But outside of end game rewards there wouldn't be trading. Somebody gets a legendary they don't want and you want it? Just press their designated trading button and they press yours to accept and it's done. He gets your reward and you get his. This system would work for crucible or raids too. Just have designated buttons for all 6 of the players. Just an idea if trading should be added. I personally think the game is fine without it but it would be cool to trade end game rewards though. Edit: For 6 person raids or crucible players would have different buttons to trade or be able to move the cursor over a name and press square and trade your item for theirs.