A figure in a black Snakeskin duster sits down, she begins polishing a Malfeasance, pops a mote of dark in her mouth, starts chewing then begins recalling her story: Long ago a wild woman who simply went by "the Marshall" stood upon the peak of Fellwinter. She stood here because her landlord Bungie had forgotten to empty the septic tank: Needless to say it exploded all over her Grandma's lawn. 100 gigs or more of data/er I mean pooh lay across the once green pastures of her Grandmas farm in the edz. She had been trained by Saladin himself and molded by Variks arenas in the Reef, long before the red war had even happened. But the mundane routine of (bounties, opps did it again) day to day life had left her unsatisfied. She edeverored to refine her self as they cleaned up her Grandma's farm. First she ventured deep into dark places finding some thing called an estus flask and magic bonfires that reset time for an entire area and refilled it with powerful enemies. She conquered many minions of the dark with her Praxic fire, all in the name of the Light. Eating souls had never felt better, at first. This too grew mundane after a time. I reckon them fancy magic Bonfires was some sort Vex tech. Once the pooh was cleaned she found herself back at the old routines. Running strikes for the Vanguard, Blowing off steam in the Crucible, and watering her Grandma's Pineapples. They used the pooh to make compost. After the Prison Break she was so devastated by Caydes lose that she threw herself into Gambit forging a lasting alliance with the Drifter. She was left changed forever. She began to notice how corrupt the Praxic Order was becoming. She noticed the Vanguard refusing to step in or do any thing as the Praxic Inquisition rose in the tower against any Lightbearers who refused to call themselves Gaurdians, against any who refused to believe in the Light the way they believed. Aunor secretly intended to win over New Monarchy and become Empress of a new Praxic Empire, none believed the Marshall when she voiced that Aunor was a threat to freedom. With the Vanguard refusing to lend her their ear she went to Spider, the Drifter, Eris, Petra, and even Calus instead. She rose as Calus's Shadow of Shadows, gained favor with the Queen, helped Eris contact the Darkness, and had for a long time been a Gambit Sentry. She intended to be ready when the Inquisition made its self publicly known. From the moment she denounced the Order she was no longer a son of despair, but a daughter of the night. Every force has an echo, the Praxic Inquisitions own bad energy shall be their undoing. For she is an antithesis to their hate. ... Now septic tanks across the system have gone uncleaned. On Mars, Mercury, Io, and Titan. I was a Marshall on Mars for a while but now that time is over. I'm not a Marshall, I am "thee" Marshall, the original you might say. "To wield darkness in one hand and light in another, I am the balance to the chaos which the Winnower and Gardener rend upon our realm." - Shadow of Shadows, and Scribe of Calus, the Marshal. The Marshall stands after she's done publishing her gun, holsters it with a spin, and spits Stasis Ice once she's down chewing. The Marshall shall return soon in a Fan Fic..