I was looking for dead ghosts in the cosmodrome

I was sitting by the jukebox downstairs in the Tower Hangar, headphones on, listening to Destiny's vanilla soundtrack at full volume. Didn't realize what was going on until I saw a panicked sweeper-bot running in all directions, screaming "The sky is falling, the sky is falling! Panic protocol engaged!".

Warlock - With fwc practicing melees and trying to find ways to increase their range. Hunter - Lying on the sofa in the disco sharpening his blades. Titan- Training newer guardians dodging skills by throwing supressers at them( in the reef) . When he heard of they attacks he helped the reef prepare and took osiris' worshippers to the tower as cannon foder

Playing a far better game. September release, hmmm.... I think I'll be playing either The Lost Legacy or Before the storm. 👍

Why is this tagged with #lore... It's fanfic.

On the shitter.

Playing Dark Souls 3.

My Hunter: Passed out in the Tower bar (by the shipyard) and slept through the entire attack

My hunter: wooing over an awoken guard at the reef( the one to the left of petra) My titan: defending the wall of the city My warlock: sifting through vex ruins on Venus But they all came running when they heard of an attack on the city well maybe not my hunter he might have been occupied ;)

Warlock: flying his ship through reef, and just messing around Titan: was in the tower, got crushed by landing cabal pod Hunter: got revived, just about to kill the captain at the end of "a guardian rises" and then got his light stolen and got torn apart by the fallen. RIP hunter

I was lagging in the crucible and did not survive, along with 11 other red bars.

My Hunter was looking for his throwing knives imbeded in the faces of still-living titans.

Anubis walked along side of Panther-5 and Leo after leaving the spicy ramen shop. "I think i'm going to to head out and do some patrol" Leo said. "Have fun with that!" Anubis said while Panther-5 laughed. Leo walked off and Anubis and Panther-5 walked towards the hangar. A sudden rumble shook the tower. What was that?" Anubis asked. They ran towards the courtyard and a bright light flashed before their eyes as they were blown across the hangar. Anubis lifted his head to see Panther-5 laying on the ground. "You ok?" Anubis asked. I'm fine, but we need to find Leo. They ran to the courtyard to see cabal everywhere. Cabal warships were launching missiles and cabal drop pods to deliver fresh troops to the fight. A weird looking Cabal ship had attached to the traveler, casting an orange glow. They saw Leo flying through the sky as a dawnblade throwing flaming swords at the Cabal. A gladiator launched into the air behind Leo, grabbed his neck, and threw him to the ground. Anubis cast his Sentinel Shield and Panther-5 drew his Arc Staff, but it was to late. The gladiator brought out two nasty cleavers and brought them down on Leo. They charged at the gladiator again, but before they could reach him something reached within him and ripped the light from his soul. Anubis collapsed and Panther-5 was pinned to the ground by the gladiator. Anubis tried to get up, but couldn't move. His light was gone. The gladiator raised his cleavers for the stunning blow and Panther-5 leaned over and said, " Avenge us, Find-" The cleavers stopped the words from coming out, and Anubis screamed until he couldn't find his voice. "Never thought your light could be taken, could you?" The gladiator laughed, slowly walking towards Anubis, scraping his cleavers across the ground. The gladiator stood over him triumphantly and raised his cleavers. And with every ounce of strength he had left, Anubis kicked out his legs and smashed them into the gladiators legs. The gladiator fell and howled in pain. Anubis slowly stood up and he smashed is fist into the cabal's head and said, This. Is. Homecoming. (aka I'm only bringing my titan character into d2 because my hunter and warlock are ugly)

I was with the Queen. We were getting it on when i saw a cabal ship. I went to help, but she told me not to stop. So i continued on. Watching the tower go up in flame, re-invigorated my passion for her and we did it for another 20 minutes. Then i locked her back in her dungeon and went to go find my ascendant raisins.

Titan: murdered hundreds of cabal with his bare hands, gets killed by a lag switching centurion Hunter: is so full of himself gets smacked off the edge by ghaul, dosent know what hit him until his mirror shattered. Warlock: bungo servers

Viktor was in the Ocean of Storms on the Moon, looking for supplies in an abandoned Nordic base. The Nordic countries merged together in one big and strong nation, with Ottawa as it capital (Isaac Asimov fan here sorry). Wearing his Saint. 14 helmet and carrying his pulse rifle, Apple of Discord, a fusion rifle and his sword, Dark Drinker, the Nordic human was watching an old video tape. Victor didn't know when it was recorded, but he could see two astronauts walking and jumping on the moon, one with a red and white flag, with a blue rectangle and stars in it. He knew he had seen it before, but he didn't remember when...He realized that he could understand the language the astronauts were speaking in, and felt his love for Humanity getting stronger and more real. His Ghost was silent, philosophizing on what it meant for the people of that time. Viktor received an emergency signal, from the Titan Vanguard, Zavala. He ordered all Guardians to go back to the Last City, because satellites were failing and he thought there was going to be an attack launched from space. The Nordic Guardian smirked, it wasn't the first time. "You really think he is paranoid... is that so?" asked his Ghost. "You know me well, let's get back there, just in case". He called for his ship, and waited... waited... nothing. Viktor became impatient. Where was his ship when he needed it. With is sparrow, he went back to Archer's line to see that dozens of Guardian were standing together... in front of the carcass of a ship. Inside was an Exo. All he could say was that the Speaker had fallen under the Cabal's control and that the Last City was burning down. The Guardians looked at one another in the eyes and they all thought it wasn't going to be the end. Suddenly, the Light fell, and it took the Guardians' Ghost with it. Viktor, like the other Guardians, fell on his knees, but before collapsing, he looked back at Earth. He had failed his planet, he had failed evolution. Without a son or a daughter, how was the Human genetics he was proud of could transfer to another generation. Then he remembered.... he [u]had[/u] a son, centuries ago. TLDR: Before collapsing on the Moon alongside his Ghost, he remembered his past life [spoiler]Sorry for the Grammar and Syntax mistakes, English isn't my first language[/spoiler]

My Hunter was at the clinic. She had a lil get together with Eris before she left the tower, should've known she wasn't clean.

Volts-42, an Exo Warlock, was strolling through the Warlock libraries, picking out certain books on the Vex and the Eliksni. He was fascinated by the Eliksni before the Whirlwind, when they were still in possesion of the Traveler. Volts also wanted to know more about the Pattern, and why the Vex followed it. He thought that other Guardians might see him as insane and obsessed with the Fallen or Vex. Volts worried that they would compare him to Osiris or Toland, and that their rumours would reach the ears of the Vanguard Mentors, the three people that he admired the most. He thought the Vanguard might exile him if they knew the extent of his fascination towards the Fallen. Volts reassured himself that this was normal thinking for a Warlock. Besides, Lord Timur, an Iron Lord Warlock whom Volts admired (and wore similar armour to), was said to have gone mad in his search for SIVA and Clovis Bray archives. And he wasn't exiled from the Iron Lords, so why would I be thrown out or exiled from the City or the Vanguard? Volts-42 decided that it was time to go to the Hall of Guardians and confess his fascination of the Fallen and Vex to the Vanguard Mentors, and convince them that he was not mad and that he did not have the intent of leaving them for the Fallen. He hoped that they would understand that he will always serve the Vanguard, and that he would never abandon them. As he walked out and closed the library's door, Volts' Ghost appeared and played a message broadcasted to all Guardians by Commander Zavala, telling them to return to the Tower and help defend the City and fight off a Cabal Invasion. Volts ran up the Tower's stairs and pushed open the door. That's when he saw it. Massive Cabal Carriers and Warships were cruising above the City walls, creating smokescreens to blind the evacuating City ships. Amid the carriers, an even larger command ship was launching Cabal Ripper Pods into the streets and the Tower. Behind the Cabal command ship, a giant six-pronged device had attached itself to the Tower-facing side of the Traveler. Volts and his Ghost stared at the devastion the Cabal had caused. This was their home, and the home of the people they had sworn to protect. "We have all failed as Guardians, haven't we?" Volts asked his Ghost. It didn't answer. But it wasn't over yet. There was still hope. He could join the other Guardians and fight the Cabal. "Ghost, where's my Scout Rifle?" Volts asked. "I'm afraid all Guardians' weapons and armour were destroyed in the initial assault on the Tower," Ghost replied. "At least you still have your Light." Volts-42 activated his Stormtrance, and after a second he realised nothing had happened. Confused, he tried again. No Arc energy. Perplexed, Volts checked with his Ghost and discovered that Stormcaller was not available. It had disappeared. How was he ever going to push back the Darkness without his beloved Stormcaller? Volts-42 looked up at the sky. It was beginning to turn to a blood red colour as fires began to ignite and spread throughout the City. Realising he needed an alternative, Volts decided to step into the Void once again and become a Voidwalker. He ran down to the Tower Armoury where Banshee-44 was rapidly handing out weapons to Guardians. "What weapon do you want, Warlock?" He asked. "I want a Vanguard issue Scout Rifle and Sniper Rifle, please." Volts said quickly and as politely as possible. Banshee turned left, picked up a Scout Rifle and placed it on the table in front of Volts. "Does Not Compute. It's slow firing, but it's long range and great precision and accuracy make up for it." He said. "It's perfect," Volts replied. He took the rifle and weighed it in his metallic hands and looked down the scope. Banshee turned around again and picked out a Sniper Rifle. "It's the latest Vanguard Sniper Rifle, and I heard you were very fond of Hereafter. Well, this is the next best thing." Volts put the Scout Rifle down on the table and took the Sniper Rifle with two hands. "Thanks," he said. He slung it onto his back, put on his helmet, picked up his Scout Rifle and ran towards the plaza. The lights were flicking above Volts-42 as he sprinted down the hall. When he turned the corner, Volts saw six Cabal Legionaries and two Phalanxes, led by a Centurion. He quickly ducked behind a pile of stone rubble and burning banners. Volts peeked out from his cover and aimed his rifle's scope at the Centurion. They looked different from the ones Guardians had encountered on Mars. These Cabal had energy weapons and wore red armour. The Centurion turned around and saw the Exo's shadow briefly projected on the wall by the flickering light. He roared to his troops, a command to attack the Guardian. Volts realised they had seen him and he jumped out from behind the rubble and fired his Scout Rifle four times at the Cabal. Four separate explosions could be heard as the pressure from the Cabal helmets released. Four Legionaries collapsed, black oil splattering the ground. Volts threw an Axion Bolt grenade at the other Cabal and it hit the ground and split. A Legionary and a Phalanx disappeared into the Void. Roaring, one Legionary lunged at Volts, trying to hit him with the butt of his rifle. The Exo dodged the attack and responded with a Warlock melee, pushing the Cabal back and into the wall. The Phalanx stepped foward in front of the Centurion and activated his energy shield, expanding it from wall to wall. He started to shoot, but Volts ducked behind the corner. He didn't know how to take down this new shield. He took out his Sniper Rifle, moved out from behind the wall and aimed it at the top of the expanded shield. He waited four seconds and then the Phalanx peeked his head over the shield. Volts pull the trigger and the Phalanx's helmet exploded from the release of pressure. The Cabal's body slumped against the energy shield and it deactivated and fell to the stone floor. The Centurion was now the only one left. He roared and charged at the Warlock. Volts slung the Sniper Rifle over his back as he jumped up and felt Void Light flowing through his arm to his hand. He lifted up his hand, drew it back and then with the power of a collapsing star at his fingertips, pushed it forward, into the Centurion's path. The Cabal could not stop himself in time and was completely annihilated by the Nova Bomb. The outline of Centurion briefly glowed purple with Void energy and then he dissolved. As Volts-42 glided back down to the stone floor, he called out to his Ghost. His Ghost came out from around the corner and came to a stop forty centimetres from his Guardian's helmet. Exhausted, Volts removed the helmet from his head. "What must I do now?" he asked his Ghost. Ghost replied with "The Vanguard are evacuating the City residents and all Guardians to the European Dead Zone and-... Oh dear, what is happening to the Traveler?" They both looked up at the blood red sky and saw the Traveler, and the six-pronged device attached to it had formed a shield that encompassed the sphere. Volts suddenly felt weak, like his Light was gone. His felt dizzy and disorientated, he closed his eyes and collapsed. His Ghost stared at him anxiously, unsure what to do. "Volts? Volts! Wake up! Wake up, Guardian!" Volts-42 opened his Exo eyes to see his Ghost nudging him awake. "Guardian? Eyes up, Guardian! Ah good, you're awake." His Ghost exclaimed. "How long have I been out for?" Volts asked, getting up. "Only a few minutes. The Cabal have cut all Guardians off from their Light. How they did it, I don't really know. But we need to get out of here now and go to the European Dead Zone where other Guardians may be. We may even find answers there." Ghost explained. The Exo Warlock looked up at his Ghost and said "I understand. Lead the way out, Ghost." Volts-42 lifted his helmet over his head, checked his Sniper Rifle and picked up his Scout Rifle. He slung it over his shoulder and walked after his Ghost.

I was bumping uglies with Miss eyepatch!😬

Aegis-15 had just arrived at the cosmodrome to patrol. Nothing out of the ordinary. However, as he began his route, he soon noticed something extraordinary. The fallen were... gone. Every den and hideaway, empty. Weapons and materials were still scattered across the ground in many places. It all appeared rather disorganized. He knew only one thing. This was not a movement or an attack. This had been an escape. "An escape from what?" He wondered, continuing his circuit. The exo-titan then entered the tunnels beneath, scouting carefully for any other changes. The hive were still present. The thrall were still too noisy. But, Aegis couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. The hive were moving farther and farther from the surface. In fact, none had been anywhere near the entrance. They were retreating, it seemed, deeper underground. After clearing out some mid-level corridors, it was starting to get late. Aegis walked back toward the surface, pondering all that he'd seen. As he reached the surface, that was when it happened. He heard it before he saw it. It was a wretched, terrible sound. It was not just the sound of ships. It was the sound of war. An armada of Cabal ships was already looming above him, eclipsing the sky and obscuring the ruins around him. That was not all Aegis heard. The sky itself was rumbling, like the beat of a war drum. A storm was brewing. Summoning his ship, he could only pray that he would make it to the city in time.