Chapter 2: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/176989696/0/0
What’s up, guardians? The poll from the last chapter said that I should do a backstory. But! Don’t fret, sash and ghost will have a conversation soon.
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Sasha sighed as she woke up in the middle of the night. Again.
That damn nightmare of being surrounded by dead Taikonauts, chanting something hateful.
She always woke up before she could make out what was being said. She looked at her helmet.
“Are you okay, Sasha?” Her ghost said, tiredly.
“I’m fine.” Sasha lied. She was not okay. And she had a damn big craving for bacon.
She picked up her helmet, and looked long and hard into the visor, and saw her reflection. She was primarily hispanic, with hints of chinese, and an american accent. She wondered her past. And thought.
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“Sasha, time to wake up!”
Sasha woke up in a daze. She hated waking up. Her bed was so comfy. If she could just lie in bed [i]all day[/i], she would.
Sasha finally worked up the courage to sit up. She looked out her window, and saw a brief outline of the traveler, bright as ever. It moved quickly across the sky, heading to the next planet to terraform. The bringer of hope, the definition of a god.
It had never stopped at the moon, and Sasha wondered why. [i]Because it was impossible? Because it’s a less than ideal location?[/i]
“Sasha! Wake up!” Her mother called again.
“Coming, mom!” Sasha yelled back.
Sasha went downstairs. She smelt bacon. Her favorite meal.
Her mother was a tall woman. Big, hispanic. She looked most like her. Sasha’s father was chinese, who moved from China to america 13-odd years ago. She never quite knew him.
“Bacon! Thanks, mom!” She gobbled it up and went to school.
She walked there with her best friend, an outgoing person who was always there for her. He was great, and she always had Sasha’s back.
She reached her first class three minutes late.
“Excuse me, Ms. Chu, you are in grade five now. You should act like it. Go sit in the corner.” Mrs. Bulberge said. She was a old woman, reaching her late 270’s. Grey-haired and bitchy, she always made school living hell.
Sasha had read about pre-golden age life. Back then, the average lifespan was only ninety years! Imagine that, only having ninety years to complete your dreams.
“Ms. Chu! Pay attention!”
But she kept pushing forward. Her dreams were in reach.
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Sasha awoke to an alarm clock.
“Grumblm-”, Sasha grunted. She reached to her nightstand, swatted it twice, then hit the snooze button.
Or so she thought.
She woke two hours later, out of it. Her blinds had light seeping in every fold. She looked at her alarm clock.
“Ten in the morning? Crap! I slept in!” She grabbed the cold bacon off the counter that her roommate had made. Ah, her roommate. An old childhood friend. She was always there for her. He always knew what mood she was in, and how much bacon would fix that.
She ran out of her dorm, and towards the main building. She burst through the doors and scurried to an empty seat. It was then that she realized the whole class had eyes trained on her.
“Sasha.” Mr. Gretmiu said.
“Mr. Gretmiu, I’m so sorry, it won’t happenaginimsosorryipushedoffinsteadofsno-” Sasha panicked.
“It’s okay, Sasha. You’re the best mark here. It’s okay if you miss a few minutes of class.”
“Th- thank you, Mr. Gretmiu.”
“Don'y worry about it, Sash. Okay, class, now we will be learning terraforming and planet colonization…”
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Sasha was… [i][b]not ready.[/b][/i] Not in the slightest. She was about to vomit so hard earth could classify it a flood. Nasty. She checked her ship, and surprisingly, without vomiting. Her ship, (Arcadia class) was smooth and steady, a true testament to the golden age. Although not the prettiest, it was the most efficient and useful for inter-planetary travel. [i]Not like I care...[/i]
And worst of all, she forgot bacon.
All she had on board was freeze-dried beef. And the last time she checked, beef was not bacon. Or even pork. She was grouchy because of that. Oh well.
She got a message from her old roommate.
[i]Hey Sasha,
I know you’re nervous about this trip. You kept on asking if you had packed something or not; and you were annoying as hell. But I’ll miss you.
And I know you’ll miss my cooking. That’s why I sent a crate full of bacon you forgot here.-[/i]
Sasha’s heart quickened, and she became excited. Her roommate was the best.
[i]-And, in other news, I got a engineering job in russia! I’ll be designing rockets now. Cool, huh? And right when I'm fresh out of college, too! Heh. All the other graduates still call me ‘Guardian’. Dumb name, huh? They gave it because of my protectful eye on you.[/i]
Of course! Where would I be without his watchful eye?
[i]Hope you’re safe.
See you soon.[/i]
Sasha landed on the moon three minutes later. “Hello, new home.”, she whispered under her breath. Across the path, she saw her new home. A pod. She put on her helmet, and went to check it out.
And make it homey.
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Sasha shook off the lunar dust on her clothes, and went inside. The airlock hissed, and opened on the other side.
Earlier, Sasha had been pumping carbon dioxide in the air, in the hopes they could make a stable atmosphere.
No luck, so far. The carbon they pumped was always gone the next day. The gravity on the moon was too weak. Many had given up, but others, like her, were still trying.
She looked outside and saw the traveler zoom toward earth.
That’s when all hell broke loose.
The ground started shaking. A darkness covered earth, and the traveler emitted a giant burst of light, followed by a shaking. Ships started fleeing earth. A stray tool hit her, and she fell unconscious.
She awoke ten minutes later, to screaming. She suit up, got outside, and ran to her nearest neighbour. He was stuck under his rover, while he was loading it.
"Help! Somebody help me!" He called.
"Don't worry, Dave; I got you."
She was helping him out when a rocket blew up his pod and sent her flying 200 yards into her home’s roof, caving it in and snapping her spine. Her helmet was the only thing still intact.
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Sasha called the guardian over.
“Couldn’t sleep, huh?” She asked.
“Not in the slightest.” Sasha sighed, then laid down on the couch in her Pajamas. “I need a new couch.”
“That you do.” The guardian replied. “Hey- how about I make some bacon?”
“Bacon?”
“Yeah! One of my specialties.” He said, excitedly.
And so he made some bacon.
“This is some of the best I’ve ever had! How’d you learn to make it?” Sasha questioned.
“Oh, I just knew, ever since my ghost resurrected me.”
“Oh? And how was that?” Sasha asked.
“I woke in the cosmodrome, on a battered ridge.” She said. “The fallen were hunting me. I ran into the wall, found a weapon, and fought my way out. I had never used a gun before. All I remembered before that was ships and numbers.”
“Wow. Sounds familiar.” Sasha said.
“Yep.”
“Well, I hope you find out your past as well.” Sasha reached her hand out.
“You know, I think I’ll just look for the future.” He put his hand over hers.
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Chapter 3 has been finished. Any questions? Any suggestions? Tell me!
Create the guardian: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/177053572/0/0
Chapter 4: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/177104422/0/0
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Attitude about a dreg in the prison of elders?