Skolas walked through the cave with his right-hand man at his side. "Randal," skolas shouted," when will it be done?" "Oh, right. It is done," Randal replied. "Let me see it." They walked into the room and into the immunity cell. "We will get the great machine today!" Skolas shouted. "Only I will," Randal said as he kicked Skolas out of the immunity cell and shut the door. "I shall kill guardians, one by one, until the great machine comes to us!" Randal turned on the immunity cell.

*does cayde-6 impression* Kinderguardians. Listen up. Out there in old Russia there's one mean ass Vandal. Heard an interesting bit about the lil' monster. Turns out he was once a Dreg, that refused to be docked. That's the bit where they cut off 2 of the arms and cap them off so they can't grow back. Ferocious little guy, story goes that he damn near killed every fallen at the docking ceremony.... Even stranger this vandal consumes all the ether he can get his hands on, and won't grow. He just becomes more and more powerful. Captains, Kells, Archons, no fallen leader can control the bastard. Can't really put my finger on why it's like this for this particular guy. The other hunters call him Randal. Randal the Vandal. Fitting huh? Anyway, he hangs out with some shanks outside of a cave near the Forgotten Shore. No other fallen will go near him. He's a mean son of a bitch. I'd just steer clear of him...

Here's my entry. Don't have a place where this battle fits in. Perhaps it could be the Battle of Twilight Gap [spoiler]The vandal sat in the shade of the servitor, exhausted, weakened. The servitor was not too far from the battle, refreshing troops who had been weakened. The vandal sat next to two other in his pack, while the nearby dregs sharpened their blades and reloaded their pistols. The purple energy flowed into the vandal, giving him strength. Even with this energy, he was not sure he had the courage to take on the warriors of light that were bombarding his comrades with bullets and rockets less than a mile away. Only the sounds of far off billets and explosions could be heard, slightly muffled by the hum of the servitor. Suddenly, the noise began to get louder. In the distance, he heard a cry of retreat from a captain. The vandal stood up and readied his rifle. Over the ridge in front of him a wave of dregs and vandals appeared, many being cut down by bullets and tumbling down the ridge instead of climbing down it. The vandal's captain appeared on the ridge. The vandal began to head towards his captain, when a sniper round forced itself through the captain's head. His ether mask punctured, his neck dribbled ether, and his lifeless body fell, crushing a dreg. And then, an all too familiar sound. The hiss of a rocket flying through the air. The vandal looked up, and for a split second, the rocket seemed frozen in the air. The vandal noted the sleek design of death, the solar energy bubbling around the rocket, before it collided with the servitor right next to him. The purple energy from the servitor whirled in the the firestorm or the rocket. A sharp pain pierced the vandal's chest, before he was flung backward. The vandal craned his neck up from his position flat on his back to see the large piece of servitor metal sticking out of his chest. He sat in a pool of ether, but as he watched, something strange happened. The purple energy residing in the scrap metal began to seep into his body, surrounding him in a purple aura. This aura began to suck up the ether from the ground around him. The purple aura and the ether combined into a stronger force, and the power began to pull the piece of scrap metal fully into his body. The vandal screamed in pain as he became one with the metal, the servitor's energy, and the ether. But that pain was quickly replaced by a burning feeling. Not painful, but powerful. A pent up energy seemed to build up inside his chest. It wanted to burst out, but afraid of the self harm he might inflict, he tried to control it. A guardian approached. He must have heard the vandal's shrieks of pain, and came over with his hand cannon drawn to finish him off. The vandal stared at him and the guardian cocked the hammer on his hand cannon, and fired a single round into the vandal's chest. But the vandal didn't feel anything. He felt the energy beginning to burst out of his chest. A smile crept across his ether-splattered face as the energy burst out of his chest and consumed the guardian's light. The vandal felt the immense power of the guardian transfer to him. When the transfer was over, the vandal stood up and looked down at the now lifeless shell of the guardian. The vandal noticed an inscription on the guardian's chest plate: his name. The vandal bent closer, and from the guardian's language language was able to piece together a broken name: Randal. -------- Commander Zavala walked through the the dead fallen, surveying their bodies and assessing the battle report. He turned a corner in time to see a vandal jump off a cliff, heading in the direction of the Forgotten Shore. Zavala dismissed it, as one vandal was surelyu not a threat. If only Zavala knew at the time how much he would regret that thought.[/spoiler]

[timestamp{001/997/22/3}] |subject: PROTECT INTERNAL ASSETS| This is local ai BISMARCK, relaying discussions with foreign Entity in relation to defensive agreement to ICE MINARET. EntityName: Randal EntityType: ALIEN(class 3) Requests: Biochemical mixture ETHER, defensive armaments(prefer: DVALIN FORGE) FOLLOWING: transcript with described entity(Randal) BISMARCK: Hello. My name is Bismarck, I was wondering if we could talk. RANDAL: What? The dead machine talks!? BISMARCK: Yes, I am not yet dead. RANDAL: Why are you speaking to me? Feksis is over there, he's got Shanks and a Servitor! BISMARCK: Because you seem like you could use some help. And my commander and I require help as well. RANDAL: Even the human's machines have captains and Kells? Why do you want me? Do you work for the Earth-Servitor Lokis tried to kill? BISMARCK: Yes, I suppose. Now, all I need from you is to guard the passageway to the Grottos from Humans. RANDAL: You need me to kill Humans? But I thought you were built by them! And the Guardians always are trying to get into your ground-ketches. RANDAL: if I'm gonna watch your door for you, I need pay. Can you even make Ether? BISMARCK: Yes, I believe we have synthesized the chemical. We also have an extensive armory if you require- RANDAL: Great! I was getting ready to ditch this crew anyway! Hey Feksis! BISMARCK: I'd rather you didn't... RANDAL: Yeah! Guess who got hired by the Dead Machines? Go shove a Ether Flask up yours, you- UNIDENTIFIED: Get him! Randal you shank! I'm gonna rip off your- END OF TRANSCRIPT [Timestamp{002/840/12/005}] /STOPSTOPSTOPSTOP:

Welp, time to bust out my old Randal the Vandal tale I wrote a month or so ago. ------------------------- [--Randal the Vandal--] Breathes in deeply, Ether filling four-lungs. Feels Light-Tingles, knows Dead-with-Light is near. See it he does not, but does not care. Killed and restored thousand times, makes him sharper weapon. Foes fare better in retreat than assault, mercy not given. Dead-with-Light, spattered with blood of Two-Dreg-Watch. Stolen Pike from Three-Pike-Guard. Randal was in Whirlwind, did not crumble. Seen worse things among stars. Pike-Thunder tickles not pains. Laughs, hearty and true. Dead-with-Light pales in Shadow-of-Randal. Hatred-from-Barrels strike Dead-with-Light, leave holes in Pike. Pike explodes, Dead resumes advance. Strikes him with palm. Randal returns strike, Dead staggers but still stands. Randal makes Barons bow with blows. Laughs again, Dead not so weak. Dead-with-Light becomes Sun-with-Wings. Fire-Founts pour from hands, wreathe Randal in pain. Roars, angered bellows. With Fury-Rage Randal fires Hatred again. Dead-with-Light roars, suffers like Randal. Both struggle, gnashed teeth in pain. Dead-with-Light falls, kneels before Randal. Randal falls, kneels before Dead-with-Light. Dead speaks Eliksni, Words-of-Metal Randal hears. [u]"You are not like others. You have Strength-of-Kell. How?"[/u] Growls, never spoke to Dead before. Change-of-Pace. [i]"Strength not always in size. Sometimes Strength is stolen, ripped from bones. The Great Machine made Eliksni Blessed-with-Ether. Randal was Chosen-from-House to serve. Whirlwind followed the Great Machine, made Eliksni Fall. Tears-of-Light became river, Fallen sorrow unbound. Randal did not Fall. Randal stole command of Reavers, from House-of-Bones. Ripped Light from Sky, stole Shadow from Stone. Reforged Reavers in Penumbra. Randal took largest share of Strength for himself."[/i] Dead-with-Light slumps, Empty-of-Soul. Randal slumps, Full-of-Joy. Told his tale, now Dead-with-Light must tell it too. Vessel-of-Light will bring Dead back, Randal will wait. [b]Randal never dies.[/b]

Randal the Vandal ate the tiny box of raisins - something that we Guardians could never do. These raisins made him Ascendant, true Kell of Kells, the Emperor of the Cabal Empire and the -blam!-ing machine God that the Vex worship. He then had a pub brawl with Saint-14, whose head was not strong enough to help beat Randal. When Saint-14 was waiting for respawn, Randal picked up Gjallarhorn and blew Saint-14's ghost to bits. This ended Saint-14, and started the legend of Randal the Vandal

Whoops wrong topic.

From the journal of a lonely hunter known only as "Visitor" It began with a legendary engram that I found while killing dregs in the forgotten shore. I shot one and his head exploded into a shine of purple light. Well I took that engram to everyone's favorite tower personality (He of The Hool variety). He stared at it a moment, before speaking the ancient words of decryption. What he handed back to me was a cloak made of cloth unlike anything I had ever seen. Blues and Greens woven in concentric circles around a strange, vaguely head-shaped symbol, in the middle of the cloak. The hood fell over my eyes, but I found that the fabric offered special vision that allowed me to see the pure of heart. Then I heard a voice in my ears--it seemed to speak directly to me from the fabric: "I was once a reknowned killer of guardians." The voice seemed to seethe with pent up anger "I was once the only power that any had known. I stood tall over all the worlds and I was their master. But my power was taken from me. Taken by the simplest of means. A foolish mortal who called himself DeeJ found a way to manipulate the Vex Tech in the vault of glass. He took from me the only power I had known." At this point the voice seemed to grow in both volume and speed at which it spoke. "He took it from me, that bastard. I was endowed with the greatest power the Fallen race had ever seen. I stood fast while hundreds shot their mightiest rocket launchers at me. Nothing could phase me." Owing partly to the look that Rahool was giving me (and also my own fear at what I had found); I removed the cloak and fled from the tower. To the furthest reaches of moon I went. I sought to bury the cloak in the Desolation of the Hive's domain. But as I laid it into the hole I had dug, it seemed to reach out to me, it seemed to find a part of me that demanded to know more of what happened. I put it back on... The voice spoke to me instantly: "Do you know of me?" It said. I offered no reply and it continued, "I was a lord of the Forgotten Shore. I had fled there after the collapse hoping to take as much ether as I could get my hands on. Instead I found something far different. Hidden among the rocks in one of the caves I found a well of energy. A well that let me feed from its energy whenever I chose. And the energy made me stronger. I used it to take over the other small raiding parties that had set up camp in the Forgotten Shore. I used them as my first line of defense--and I told them nothing of this well." At this point I was again dumbfounded and could offer no words (though I wanted desperately to know more). "I took the name of a long forgotten house of the Eliskni, a house that had ruled our homeworld millenia ago. I became the Vandal of House Randal. And it was under my banner that those in the Forgotten Shore stood. We gathered ether by the shipload. Sending it off world to be stored should we need it. And still I told none of how I got my power. Some stood against me, but they were no match for my power. Passing guardians thought themselves strong enough to best me and take my cache of ether. But they all fell under my blade. Then the Devs came..." At this the voice seemed to fade. I pressed the fabric close to my ears hoping to learn more, but it was silent. I stowed the cloak in a container in the lower deck of my ship and returned to the tower hoping to learn more. I sought out the speaker who told me only that he had never seen the cloak before. He said that he knew of all Hunter coverings and was intrigued by this one. I could see the lust of power in his eyes, there was something that he knew which he was not telling. So I fled. It's been three moons since that day and the cloak has not left my side. I have not returned to the tower since then for fear that the speaker may ambush me. I tried to contact Cayde to ask him but he said something about a busted vault door and ended the transmission. I know only this: Vandal of the House Randal is spoken very highly of in the communities of BungieForum and Reddit. His power seems to be known by many--and his fall equally well known. I have taken to calling this cloak Wrappings of Randal and have done my best to keep its existence a secret. The power it has given me is beyond fathoming. Do not seek me out, any who may read this, for your death will be swift. I have found the well of which he spoke. It has given me the power known to some as RedBar. I cannot be stopped. And some day, maybe some day soon, I will return to claim my vengeance on those who wronged him. Someday the Iron of my blades will rise to claim the lives of all who stood against House Randal.

Born from the fires of Activision studios, and fueled by micropay, Randal the Vandal was born. Created for the soul purpose of Rekking noobs and spreading pain wherever he goes. Since his creation, a dark cloud of salty rain followed, draining the hope of all guardians.

At an unknown point in the universe, a supernova happened. Why did this supernova happen? Chuck Norris dropped his cigarette. It collided with a star, and triggered its death early. The energy from the explosion, along with Chuck Norris' DNA in the spit, created a marvelous creature. It floated down to earth in the arms of an angel. Chuck Norris took the creature in hand, and said: "I will call you Randal"

Your brother Randal, was killed in the collapse. However, during the fallen invasion, he happened to be killed by a spec ops team which specializes in high value targets. The team was experimenting with capturing their enemy's souls, and reanimating them to be brought to a secretive prison. They mistook your brother for Justin Beiber, and did not realize it until it was too late and already in a vandle's body. However, Randal suddenly called upon solar energy, void energy, and arc energy to create a super mega amazingly overpowered soon to be nerfed nuclear bomb and blew up the entire planet, which turned out to be the sun. Without the sun everything suddenly died and the universe became a massive potato.

[spoiler]There was once a story A story of the kell of kells A fallen kell had become the center of worship amongst his house for his power Other kells feared and respected his power Although one kell wanted his power for himself So the kell sabotaged the kell of kells servitor god This crippled the kell and he sought to repair his servitor Although the rogue kell had other plans He challenged the crippled kell in the ways of old It was his duty to fight Unfortunately even though he had his strength, the crippled kell fell dead to the rouges cunning tricks Although this was long ago the rogue kell didn't know the crippled kell has decadents The crippled kells descendant known as Randal seeks for vengeance for his predecessor's weakness He trains and fights to grow strong He aspires to become stronger than any kell even though he does not have much ether to give him form of kell He does not bow to any other, he only bows to those that can defeat him And he currently has not been defeated [/spoiler]

Ghost Fragment: [spoiler][i]Faster, faster. It's coming. There no safe place. We tried fighting back. We shot bullet after bullet, clip after clip, to no avail. My fireteam is gone. That thing, it got them. It's darkness has consumed our light. They say it's some mutated vandal, gone mad. Whatever it is, it's stronger than anything I've ever seen. I need to find out some way to kill it. Some weakness it has. I just don't know how to find it. Wait, I hear something...Outside. I knew it would find me. It has found everyone. I have to get out of here. I have to get away! It's coming! I can't get aw-[/i][/spoiler]

[spoiler]After many years tampering with the strange human technology, the once mighty Eliksni, now Fallen, House Of Devils had found something that may be of use. A chamber, hidden deep within the Cosmodrome. The vandals and dregs surrounding the Baron chittered doubtful words, believing this to be one of the King's traps. But no, this dark place was home to a power unknown to the rest of the the Fallen. After tinkering a while, a small Dreg put his weak hand upon a scanner, causing the large room to light up. Surrounding the Fallen were a dozen pieces of Golden Age Tech. But at the centre stage was a strange, silver orb on a pedestal. The Baron, with his limited intelligence, believed it to be a simple piece of treasure to loot...oh how wrong he would be. He sent a simple vandal to pick up the piece. But as the Fallen touched it, the orb released writhing, black tendrils which wrapped around the vandal's frail body, seemingly breaking it. As the screams stopped, the vandal dropped to the floor and his body soaked up the black energy. The Baron looked down at the weak, frail body and laughed and turned away. Then he felt a slight prick, then felt his body fall away and managed to see his soldiers running in fear before it went black. The newly reborn Vandal looked down at the crumpled body of the Baron and then at his head, thinking of the immense power he now possesed. But as he did so, a small shank crawled up to him, looking at the Vandal and attemtping to bow, although that would be hard for a shank. Before leaving, the pair looked at the orb which gave the vandal his new strength and saw a name written on the pedestal...Randal...

Ghost Fragment: Randal the Vandal [spoiler]Location: Cave in the Forgotten Shore. Voices: 2; Kepler-3 and Byron. Byron: What the hell was that?! The bastard wouldn't die! Three Golden Gun shots! Three! And nothing! He kept coming, he killed Victoria!! Kepler: The legend is true... Randal is real... Byron: What legend?! Who's "Randal"?! [Silence] Byron: Who the hell is "Randal"?!! Kepler: There was a story of Fallen experiments. A mutant vandal that grew strength from Light. Byron: Like, like a guardian?! Kepler: No. His armor... Him rather. Either way, he grows in power from Light. Byron: So, when I shot him with Golden Gun, I was giving him power? Kepler: Yes. [Silence] Byron: We can lead him to the Hive! A Seeder landed not far from here! Kepler: Tried it already. He grew power from the Darkness as well. It was the Hive that started this chain reaction of power siphoning. Byron: How do we kill him? [Silence] Byron: How?!! [Loud howl] Byron: Oh, God! He found us!! [Audio disabled] A large vandal stabs Byron and Kepler. Takes the ghost and stabs a sword through the core. [Signal terminated][/spoiler]

Ghost Fragment "He was there when the Black Garden fell "He was there when Time had its vengeance" "He was there when the Deathsong was heard" "He was there when the light used sword-logic" "He was there when the traitor got executed" "He was there when corrupted light saved us" "It was he who slayed an architect then using its power he became the most powerful"

Randal has emerged from all the other edgy 12 year olds to ah f[u]uck[/u] it