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Ambition’s End // Chapter 12

Rest of the story: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15ew1g89oxjEj5mZRFvv94Ht2Td6lVWkc-Lk7nwplUgg You can use the tag as well, but not all chapters are here. - Lacer started another magazine of his auto rifle. After taking out a legionary, he was immediately pelted by projectiles, both Fallen and Cabal. “Ugh! There’s just too many!” He grunted as he ducked down. “I’m ready. I can feel it!” Bronze said, raising her fist. Sparks of energy jumped off of her knuckles. “Heh, all right. Let’s do it!” Bronze leapt up from cover. She saw dozens of Red Legion and Tivik’s crew below her. At the apex of her jump, she rocketed downward, propelled by arc light. She landed, and heard the cries of many enemies being obliterated by her fist of havoc. Lacer followed, creating a ward of dawn around the impact. “Let’s see what we’ve got.” Lacer looked around his safe zone. “Geez, we barely put a dent in them.” Bronze had taken many enemies out, but a seemingly endless wall of Fallen and Cabal continued to advance. “Looks like Zahir’ll be on his own for a while.” - “I commend you for having the foresight to push me into a place I can’t run from, but an enclosed space like this is favorable for me, as well.” Tivik’s voice boomed throughout the cavern as several poison canisters burst. The gas began to crawl around the ground. Zahir was now prepared for poison. He finished loading his rocket launcher, and let another fly to the ground. It blasted apart the rock several feet in front of him. Tivik looked confounded for a moment, but he realized he was not the target of the explosive. The rocket’s blast had swept most of the poison upward, clearing Zahir of the inhibiting weapon. He raised his pulse rifle and began to shoot. The Guardian Killer grunted as his shields were worn down. He hauled his wire rifle out and took aim. “There we go.” Zahir chucked a grenade underhand. Tivik’s shield was destroyed, and wire rifle jolted up. The bolt flew high above the titan, who swapped his pulse rifle for a shotgun, and charged straight forward. One buckshot dug into Tivik’s torso, and the Fallen grunted in annoyance. Another shot had him roaring in pain as the pellets began to break his armor. Before a third went in, Tivik struck Zahir with his two left arms, sending the guardian flying into a wall. “This guardian…” Tivik thought, “I used too many. I only have three canisters left.” He frustratingly clawed at his bandolier as the titan recovered. “I assume he still carries ammunition for his rocket launcher. In that case, I must adapt!” Tivik threw down one canister, coating himself in poison. Zahir fired his rocket launcher again, but the gas cleared to reveal nothing. Zahir barely noticed a large shadow above him as he was struck from above. Tivik rammed the titan’s head into the ground with one arm, and began to wind up his wire rifle. Zahir had already burned his arc energy to drag Tivik into the cave, but he had one tool left. He reached behind his back and pulled the trigger on his stowed rocket launcher, killing him and hurling the Guardian Killer away. “The nerve of this lightbearer! I knew getting close would be the end of me.” Tivik coughed while stopping an ether leak with one of his hands. “I am out of options.” He threw his last two gas canisters at his feet as the guardian’s ghost expanded. Zahir came back, ready for action, but Tivik had disappeared without a trace. “Where did he go? Where the hell did he go?” Zahir scrambled forward, swiping at the gas with his hands. “Show yourself, coward!” “He completely disappeared from the radar.” Crucius sounded confused. “Calm down. You were acting reckless. Did you really expect to win? You could have died your final death.” “If it meant killing Tivik, I would gladly have done it.” “Listen to yourself. This isn’t you. You would never willingly let your friends go through that.” Crucius stopped Zahir before he could speak. “Let’s head back. Lacer and Bronze could be in trouble.” - “Man, this really sucks.” Lacer complained, punching a vandal away from him. He sprayed down two legionaries with his auto rifle, then switched to his machine gun. Their enemies had swarmed around their cover. Bronze fought fiercely next to him. She was a tornado of arc, spinning around to meet her foes as quickly as possible with her fists. “We’re gonna have to pull back or something. They won’t stop coming till we’re dead for good.” Lacer completely emptied his machine gun. “Yeah, I’m starting to tire out. There’s a ton of these guys.” Bronze yelled in frustration, and the Cabal in front of her were consumed by a web of lightning. “Woah, did you do that?” Lacer asked, as the vandals beside him were annihilated by the same chain of arc light. “Uh, I don’t think so?” Bronze looked at her normal, gloved hands. “Oh, what the hell, it’s a warlock!” Lacer pointed over their cover. Their rescuer swept across the beach, evaporating Fallen and Cabal alike by the masses. The network of electrocution he created swept around him, catching any staggering legionary or wandering vandal in his path. The warlock turned his head as his assault continued. “Titan! Now’s your chance to rid this world of Bracus Gourn! Go!” “Uh, when you put it that way, sure! Let’s go!” Lacer took his sniper rifle from his back and took careful aim at the surprised centurion. “I’ll help, too!” Bronze went aside Lacer with her scout rifle out. “These insufferable guardians. I’ll smash them flat.” Gourn aimed at the destructive warlock with his bronto cannon. Void energy began to collect at its barrel, and he let one shot loose, causing the warlock to tumble over. “Who will you pursue, guardian, my troops, or me? You will die either way.” “You really are simple minded. You forgot about the others already?” The warlock chided, as sniper and scout rifle rounds made their way into Gourn’s helmet. The warlock nodded and went on, finishing the last of the small interspecies army as his stormtrance fizzled out. As Gourn continued to stagger from the volume of bullets he took, the warlock aimed a fusion rifle at the centurion’s head. “Don’t stop.” He ordered, as a volley of blue bolts escaped his gun and shattered the side of Gourn’s helmet, revealing the Cabal’s wrinkled head. “Keep suffering in the hell of a hundred high caliber rounds.” “Gotcha!” Lacer lined the Cabal flesh up in his scope and fired one last shot that pierced Gourn’s head. The centurion stumbled backward and dropped dead, the weight of his fall shaking the ground around him. “There you all are.” Zahir emerged from the tunnel and rushed over to Lacer and Bronze. “You’re back!” Bronze looked over and began to run. “Did you kill Tivik?” “No, he got away. I couldn’t learn anything…” Zahir frustratedly looked down at his side. “Hey, you made it out alive.” Lacer slapped Zahir on the shoulder. “This warlock over here helped us take down Gourn. Would’ve been tough without him, but Tivik won’t be getting any large shipments of Cabal weapons for a while. Hey, why don’t you introduce yourself?” He motioned the warlock over. The distracted warlock glanced over at the trio. As if it was troublesome to do so, he spoke. “I suppose I should. I am Phoros-5, and I am after the same Eliksni murderer as you.” Every joint in Zahir’s body tensed up at the name. “Did I… hear that name right?” He slowly looked up at the dark blue robed guardian. “You did, though I haven’t met you before. Are you of the Vanguard?” “You're lying. Why would someone like you be after Tivik?” He raised his rifle at Phoros, shocking Lacer and Bronze. His voice turned harsh. “You know what you did. You’re an exile, and for good reason.” “What are you talking about?” Lacer spread his arms out and moved in front of Phoros. Bronze stood between the two sides, nervously looking back and forth. “What am I talking about? Allow me to fill you in. Crucius, run the report to them.” Zahir kept his gun raised. His head began to pound in deafening anger. “It may take a minute or two, it’s a fairly old file.” Crucius began to search his memory. Zahir kept Phoros at the other end of his pulse rifle’s barrel the whole time, who looked rather bored.

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  • CONT. “Got it. VANGUARD INVESTIGATION REPORT SUBJECT: WARLOCK PHOROS-5 SOURCES: WARLOCK ELTANIN, MEMBERS OF PHOROS-5’S STRIKE TEAM, PHOROS-5’S PERSONAL NOTES (ATTACHED BELOW) PREVIOUS MENTOR (PHOROS-5)’S NOTES: -Eltanin seems to have an affinity for solar light. As an opponent of the teachings of the Praxic, I will be conditioning her to use arc energy. Will consult her ghost. -She is skilled with most primaries, but she has difficulty handling auto rifles. This presents a clear issue in her combat capability. -Despite my teachings, she does not seem to be able to sustain herself in battle nearly as long as I expect. Her armor is less than stellar, but I expect more when fighting small Fallen gangs. Investigation: Four months after being assigned as Eltanin’s mentor, we learned that the warlock Phoros-5 was taking most of their pay for himself, as evident by their mission history and glimmer accounts. After interviewing Phoros-5’s most previous strike team members and Eltanin herself, we learned the following: When she did something wrong in the slightest, he would yell at her and attack her, dismissing his actions with the fact that guardians can regenerate pain. VERDICT: Looking at the interviews, along with the collected notes on his student, we saw his actions as a blatant misuse of power and promptly exiled him from the city. Due to a lack of warlocks open to take in a student, Eltanin was assigned to the titan Zahir-2.”

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