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9/22/2017 1:37:16 AM
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Daybreak Wars Ch. 1: Into the Void

[b]Week 2; Age of Triumph[/b] A titan wearing a mustard yellow and steel combat harness walked around the bridge of the massive Hive ship, the Dreadnought. Great battles were fought here, and the lingering atmosphere of them made the titan feel insignificant in comparison. He pulled out his mute, and soulless, ghost out to scan the environment. There was something of interest nearby. The titan knelt down by a pile of biomass growing on the ground. He tugged at a shell of a dead knight and pulled it from the biomass that grew around it. A slimy substance stuck to the titan's gauntlet, but he paid little attention to this. He burried his hand in the reeking growth again, then pulled out another object. It was a broken, dead ghost with a shell that seemed to be stained a grotesque yellow-green. Parts of its shell seemed to be missing. Then, there were shrieks of hungering thrall. The titan stuck the ghost in a pouch, then took his shotgun from his back. Two thrall ran up, but both were riddled with holes from lead pellets. Another Hive abomination ran up, but the titan shoved the stock of his gun through its skull. A large gate at the rear of the bridge began to shut, so the titan started running for it. He narrowly squeezed between the doors; one thrall that was directly behind him was crushed and spewed gore onto the ground. Now, the true and utter stench of the Dreadnought penetrated the titan's helmet. Most people would have been nauseated, but the Guardian mentally overcame this urge. "Where's the next artifact?" The titan asked when he pulled out his ghost. The plain white shelled ghost pulsed multiple times, then turned toward the abyss like a dog caught onto a scent. The titan peered over the edge and stared into the dark depths of the Dreadnought. After a two minute descend, the titan found himself in a completely different world. His ghost turned on its light so its Guardian could see. The smell of decay was unescapable, and strange puddles of unspeakable substances covered the floor. Now, the titan coughed his detest of the infestation. His ghost finally pinpointed the artifact and highlighted a specific puddle for its Guardian. The titan dipped his hand into the puddle--it came up to his elbow--then pulled out another dead ghost. It appeared to be scorched by fire or some explosion. The titan in yellow stuffed the second ghost into a pouch, then looked around as many Taken portals opened around him. Jittering acolytes and psions that divided themselves surrounded the new source of Light to feast on. The titan shot one of the Taken that tried to slash at him. A knight spit a wall of fire around the Guardian, backing him toward an orb ready to Take him. The titan jumped into the air and shot the knight in the chest; it shrugged off the shotgun shells, but it was stunned long enough for the titan to shove a grenade into its mouth and push it into a crowd of Taken. Shrapnel and gore flew in all directions. More Taken pods surrounded the titan before he had the chance to run away. Seeing that he did not have enough ammo to take on the twisted creatures, the titan placed the gun on his back and cracked his knuckles. A phalanx stepped out of the portal, already charging a shield blast. The titan pivoted on one foot and dodged the blast. He grabbed the shield and twisted it so it broke the phalanx's arm, then kneed the beast in its pulsing gut. After the Taken Cabal hunched over, the titan kneed its head and killed it. Three more phalanxes stepped out of portals, along with an uncountable amount of psions. The titan ran up a slanted wall, then jumped into the fray, his fist glowing with arc Light. A dark, camo green ship flew over the Vex world, Mercury. Most of the surface was scorched by the intensity of the sun, but many structures--like the Crucible map, Burning Shrine--were protected by a heat shield designed by the Vex. Though, much of the planet had been investigated by Lord Shaxx, Osiris, or the Cabal, one structure remained vastly unexplored; this was structure the ship flew to. After passing through the heat shield, the titan in yellow transmatted out of his ship. He walked through the base, checking down halls, before arriving within a massive courtroom. The ceiling was high up, and the room was mostly empty except for support pillars. However, there was a wall of raging Void Light that seemed to block the titan from going any further. Reluctantly, he pushed his hand through the Ward, then was enveloped completely by the Void. The titan looked around after passing through the membrane of Light and saw that he was still in the courtroom of the Vex stronghold, but something felt off; he had no idea how to interpret it, though. Instinctively, the titan gripped his massive Universal Remote shotgun before continuing through the base. The titan found himself in another large room with scattered books and a man in the center of the chamber. As if sensing his presence, the new figure--also a titan, but in blue armor with fur around the collar and a helmet with horns--turned around and closed a tome he was writing in. "You must be Gungnir," the man said politely. "I suppose you must be Warlord then," the titan in yellow, Gungnir, replied. "Please, call me Malik," the man said back as he approached Gungnir. "We are... friends... after all." Malik seemed to be a cunning character, but his strong but soothing voice was convincing. "This is business. Let's keep it that way," Gungnir replied with a hint of venom. "Of course," Malik said before clapping his hands together. "Do you have them?" "Yes," Gungnir pulled out the two dead ghosts--one white and red, the other a bright yellow--and handed them to the titan; he had cleaned them during the flight across the Solar System. "I found them near the bridge of the Dreadnought... And, your other targets have been taken care of as well." "Fantastic!" Malik exclaimed. "It may mean nothing to a bounty hunter like you, but... your actions has changed the very course of history. These Vex timegates, they showed me some grim glimpses of our future had you not intervened." "Is this what you hired me for? To save the world?" Gungnir asked, unamused. "Consider that a side effect. No, I have something else planned. And you've helped out tremendously, especially with retrieving these ghosts," Malik replied as he led the titan in yellow down a cooridor. "What is this place? Ever since I entered here, I've felt weaker..." Gungnir asked as he looked to the violent tinted air around him. "I'm glad you asked," Malik started. "You're no scholar, so I understand that you might not realize what this is... You see, when creating a Ward of Dawn, you're pushing out the universe around you and, in its place, you insert a new one--a pocket universe--in a similar manner to when Oryx pushed his throne world into the material. And that is what I have done, I have created my own pocket universe that I dictate within the Material Realm... This is my 'throne world', so to speak," Malik continued. "You've domed this entire fortress. Something on this scale, even for an avid Defender as yourself, would require an immense amount of Light..." Gungnir replied, awestruck by the feat. Malik laughed arrogantly. "Oh, I'm far more than just a Defender... But you are not wrong. Normally, I wouldn't be able to do this, but as you may know, we are in the 'Age of Triumph'. Without the Darkness, it seems Light washes over us like a summer shower; and that's how I'm able to do what I do..." Something scurried across a ledge near the ceiling, and rocks fell onto the Guardians. Gungnir raised his shotgun and scanned the scaffolding. Malik just watched the titan nonchalantly. From the shadows, a face of Void stared back at Gungnir. "Colonel Mustard!" The voice said with a maniacal laugh. "Why are you here?!" Gungnir asked as he pumped his shotgun. "Easy. He's with me," Malik stated as he placed a hand on the barrel of the massive weapon. "His name is Harkon Avilleon." Harkon dropped from the shadows, revealing that he was wearing jet black chitin--only found on the Dreadnought--that pulsed with ominous blue energy, and a red leather cloak that had teeth lining the hood. A red hand cannon with a massive bayonet was clipped to his leg, and a strange sword was on his back. This was very different from the strange yellow-green jumpsuit Gungnir remembered him wearing. "That's Taken energy... How?..." Gungnir asked as he stared at the hunter, finger on the trigger. "Well, I found this sword and shotgun laying next to a dead Taken, and when I took it... I heard voices..." Harkon seemed to be haunted by the memories. "Eh, what else is new? But this time, all it would say was 'slaughter'..." Harkon drew the sword and waved it near the titan in yellow. "That's enough, Harkon. He's with us," Malik said to the deranged hunter. "Really?!" Harkon whined like a child. "But I haven't killed anything in three hours!" The hunter caressed the jagged blade of his sword. Gungnir clenched his Universal Remote even tighter. "You'll get your chance soon enough, Harkon..." Malik said back. He placed his arms around the neck of the Guardians, then walked them deeper into Malik's fortress.

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