Dark within the Light 5.1 Daemon-13 manages to survive the nova bomb hurled at him, yet his legs are disintegrated in the process and revealing the circuitry and gushing oil. He picks up his head and looks at his attacker slowly descending to the ground and staring through its ghostly helmet, into Daemon-13's optics. As he bled out, his optic lights flickered, and he began to shut down. The ghostly Iron Lord started to grow spikes which pierced through its armor. Suddenly, it was no longer what it used to be. It became a monster. The monstrous, ghostly figure approached him with clenched fists. Daemon-13 prepares for his imminent death when the figure pauses and stares towards a random direction. Seconds pass as it focuses on a hazy, distant, female voice. The voice cuts off when it feels something pierce through it. Daemon-13, now a living flame, rips a hole in the back of the ghost's neck, tears down its back, and with a flaming fist, punches through its chest. Then it collapses on its knees, onto Daemon-13's level, slowly turns into burning flakes of ashes, and disappears. Daemon-13 falls into the ashes and his motor functions begin to fail. As his body shuts down, he lifts his head up and looks at his hand until his functional arm freezes in place, like the rest of his still body. He turns his neck slowly to look around, then his optics, and then - dark.
Изменено (Dark_YoungWolf96): 8/26/2017 6:19:00 AMThe Dreadnaught 5.0 A female Warlock enters the Iron Temple and speaks to the Vanguard. Warlock: We have a situation. Ikora Rey: Report. Warlock: I was deployed with a fireteam earlier, and while we were flying to our destination, we picked up huge activity and - you won't believe this so I'll just show you. The female Warlock approaches the console and sets a location to observe. Ikora Rey: Wait, what is it? Within seconds, an 3D image emerges from the screen of the console. What they see, shocks them all: the Dreadnaught back in orbit within Saturn's rings. Ikora Rey: That's impossible. Cayde-6: Yeah, Oryx is dead. There's no one to control it... unless it was left on autopilot? As Cayde-6 tries to make conclusions, Zavala examines the image further. He types on the console like a keyboard, trying to find answers. Zavala intensely looks through the data when he notices a familiar, slightly changed signature radiating from the ship. Zavala: And where's the rest of your team, Guardian? Warlock: Switching out weapons in the vault. Zavala: Assemble your fireteam, and find out about the Dreadnaught and its new owner. As the female Warlock leaves, the Vanguard talk among themselves. Cayde-6: I'm thinking you know what's going on. Zavala: I'm beginning to develop a few theories. Ikora Rey: I have one, and it gives me chills thinking about it. Cayde-6: .... Um, is something missing here? Where's that cryptic message? Zavala: Stay focused. This no time for games. Ikora Rey: Then, whatever it is, its of the shadows. Eris Morn hisses from afar, and Ikora Rey shows her irritation with a stern look at the console. Ikora Rey: Let us continue finding what we can.