From there Ralis found the mentioned events in the Ghost’s files. The Faction Wars, the Battle of Six Fronts, Saint-14 and and his heroic deeds in that battle. There wasn’t enough to satisfy his appetite for knowledge of the events, just enough to inform him of the world he had been previously dead in. He hungered for more than what the Ghost had. It was hard to tell how long it had been since he began reading. Moonlight no longer shone through the glass. The only light source now was the soft light of the data pad in front of him. Ralis turned the device off and slowly laid down on floor of the old church. Rezyl still worried and had doubts, but he helped people in the end. A goodness in the terrible world. “Thank you,” he said to the Ghost. “I really needed to see that. This is all just been…hard to handle. I’m glad I was able to read that.” “You’re welcome, Ral.” He sighed slowly and closed his eyes, exhausted on every level imaginable. Maybe he could find sleep after all. An idea suddenly took hold. “I’ve got it.” “Got what?” the Ghost questioned. “You’re name. I don’t remember everything I learned from before, but we’re in a pre-Golden Age church. It’s hard to recall specifics, but the heads of the church were very well respected, some believed they could use faith to heal others. You healed me. Not just from death, but my condition. The Fallen made me sick somehow. Couldn’t walk, was always sick. A small wind could have knocked me over. You fixed that. I’m still having a hard time getting used to it.” “What did you have mind?” “Bishop.” Ralis answered. The Ghost paused. “I like it.” It seemed fitting. The Ghost did resurrect and heal him, a miraculous feat by any standard. The little orb was also was very adamant about its mission with little understand of it. That reminded him of faith. Ralis smiled faintly inside his helmet. “Well, Bishop, it was nice meeting you today with all things considered. I’m ready to pass out.” “Rest well, Guardian.” Bishop started, “It’s not necessary for myself to power down, but it does help to rest the mind. You need it though, I’ll stay up and keep watch through your armors systems.” The armor was uncomfortable to lay down in. Despite that, Ralis adjusted himself into a barely comfortable position and began to slip into unconsciousness. He dwelled on what he had learned as sleep took a hold of him. [i]Nothing born is born strong…I know I began weak, the same as you…Humble origins…You are a cold apple seed…But you will grow.[/i] Ralis awoke to his Ghost yelling his name. “Ral, you awake!? There is Fallen outside! Ral?” “I’m up.” He said, jolting up from the floor in alarm. Sunlight trickled into the ruined church. Sounds of the Fallen outside made him freeze in place. The motion tracker was ablaze in the color red. “How long have they been outside?” “They just showed up.” Bishop answered. “But I don’t think they are looking for us. Something else has them on alert.” His body ached all over. Sleeping in the armor had been uncomfortable; however, it had kept him warm with the suits systems. It just felt more secure to sleep in while surrounded by these monsters. Now he truly was. Slowly he stood up, body groaning in protest. Finding his balance, Ralis slowly began to walk towards an overturned long bench for cover and drew the shock pistol. “If they aren’t here for us, maybe they won’t come in here?” Glass shattered outside across the street and Fallen spoke in their tongue. Bishop didn’t sound optimistic. “Doubtful, their searching pretty heavily here. We need to move, try to stay out of sight.” He nodded. “Okay, but you know it’s still going to be slow for now.” “Slow is good right now,” Bishop started, “I scanned the Fallen weapons you took while you slept. The dagger has a small arc charge inside of it you can turn on. I’m assuming it makes the blade hold the charge and you…ya know. The pistol discharges arc bolts from its magazine core. If you pull the end of the barrel downward the used core with discharge and pop out, allowing you to reload. However…we don’t have more of those.” Ralis examined the pistol as Bishop spoke, “How many shots does it give us then?” “About sixteen.” The Ghost answered. He took a few deep breaths and tried to push the rising anxiety down. “Okay, let’s go.” Bishops system beeped in static before he spoke, “Go to your right. There will be more cover for us to hide that way.” Slowly he hobbled through the church, passing through old low doorways with no door while trying to be silent. The commotion outside may mask any noise but he wasn’t taking chances. Down the hallway it forked in different directions. The path to his right had completely collapsed, so Ralis walked the other direction as he kept an eye on the tracker. Down the hallway he found many separated small rooms and a door at the end that looked like it led outside. As he walked towards the exit, a red line on his tracker appeared directly ahead of him and grew larger. (([b]Next Part:[/b] https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/195545492/0/0 )) (([b] Table of Contents-[/b] https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/193252449/0/0 )) ((There's going to be more for this chapter, I just have to get a large enough portion of it finished because of how the forums can only hold so many characters. Edit: Also fixed the bit about Saint-14. The crusades against the fallen are still under way at this time.))