{"id":467,"date":"2016-01-15T19:50:38","date_gmt":"2016-01-16T03:50:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=467"},"modified":"2016-01-15T19:50:38","modified_gmt":"2016-01-16T03:50:38","slug":"destiny-ch-02","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=467","title":{"rendered":"Destiny Ch. 02"},"content":{"rendered":"

“We’re moving,” Jace said. \u00a0He turned to face the small camp. \u00a0Lines of sweat rolled down his flushed face. \u00a0His actions against the Eliksni had worn him down more than he let on. \u00a0Typical. \u00a0I was just glad to see a reminder that he wasn’t as unbreakable as he’d always tried to show. \u00a0“Tsuni, find whoever is in charge with the refugees and give them directions to the city. \u00a0I’ll signal the Tower for an escort \u00a0as soon as-“<\/span><\/p>\n

“You know our orders,” Tsuni interrupted. \u00a0“No communication and no deviation until we’ve learned the reason for their movements. \u00a0If we call in early or give away our intentions, it could wipe out all the work we’ve done so far.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“It’s past that now,” Jace growled through clenched teeth. “I won’t stand by while the rest of them are slaughtered. \u00a0Together, before, they had a small chance. \u00a0Now they have nothing.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“It doesn’t matter,” I tell them. \u00a0Both of them turn to me, surprise clear on their face. \u00a0I’m surprised Tsuni didn’t see it first but we were all under an enormous amount of stress and unleashing the Light as we had is incredibly draining. \u00a0Another wave of nausea rushed through my core and bright spikes of pain flared behind my eyes. \u00a0“Our Ghosts are down, remember?”<\/span><\/p>\n

Tsuni frowned, looking down at the small purple shelled Ghost in his arms. \u00a0Jace stared at the milling crowd of people. \u00a0Most were on their knees, crying over a dead friend or loved one. \u00a0Others just sat, their faces slack.<\/span><\/p>\n

“I’ll speak to them,” Jace said. \u00a0If I hadn’t been with him for so long, I would’ve missed the emotions that flickered through him before grim determination replaced them. \u00a0Pain. \u00a0Concern. \u00a0Fear. \u00a0Not for himself. \u00a0“Gather your gear. \u00a0Meet me back here in fifteen minutes.”<\/span><\/p>\n

We walked together for a moment but Jace broke off to crouch beside an elderly woman. \u00a0He reached for her, speaking quietly yet firmly. \u00a0I sometimes forgot how gentle he could be. \u00a0I’d seen him face a wave of Hive, roaring a challenge as they screeched their battle cries. \u00a0I’d held him against me as he died again and again and each time, he remained focused, issuing orders despite the pain. \u00a0I’d even once seen him argue with Lord Shaxx. \u00a0It didn’t go his way, obviously, and he never spoke of what happened but for a few moments, he stood his ground. \u00a0And now here he was, carefully gathering the refugees. \u00a0There’s a reason I follow him.<\/span><\/p>\n

I walk through, stepping over corpses and smoldering ruins until I find my rifle and pack. \u00a0Tsuni is waiting at the checkpoint. \u00a0I can see him sitting with his Ghost, a gloved hand carefully moving over the small shell. \u00a0His lips are moving but I can’t hear anything. \u00a0Testing it, I’m sure. \u00a0I have no idea what exactly he’s doing but, then, I often don’t know. \u00a0He struggles to explain on the few times I’ve asked him. \u00a0He’s not condescending or arrogant; he just works at a completely different level and I think he can’t remember the way back to our level.<\/span><\/p>\n

The little girl from earlier watches me as I field strip my rifle. \u00a0She’s sniffling but her tears have stopped. \u00a0She’ll survive. \u00a0She’ll have nightmares but I’ve seen that particular way people look when they’ve had enough. \u00a0When they’ve seen the worst of it and finally realize that either they can lie down and die or they can take a stand against the Darkness. \u00a0Her small eyes are watching as I clean and reassemble my rifle. \u00a0I’d purchased it off of a Dead Orbit member. \u00a0Twitchy, dirty little guy with darting eyes. \u00a0I had to sit through a long speech about the need to run from Earth before the Darkness swallowed us whole. \u00a0I bit my tongue throughout it all. \u00a0I’d just wanted the damn gun. \u00a0I may not agree with their politics but they have a direct line to Omolon and the rifle was a special, limited order.<\/span><\/p>\n

I held the scout rifle to my shoulder, glancing down scope, sweeping left and right to make sure the telemetry was accurate. \u00a0As soon as I’d paid the man, I’d headed over to Banshee to have him look at the rifle. \u00a0It’d taken a week before he had the time but it was always worth it. \u00a0I sat with him while he cursed and grumbled and insulted the Dead Orbit technicians with a few choice words thrown in for Omolon. \u00a0Still, when all was said and done and he’d handed me back the rifle, he’d told me it was a damn fine gun. \u00a0After he’d fixed it up, of course. \u00a0The shiny white frame was deep black now, with flecks of gray and brown to break up the pattern of it. \u00a0He’d done amazing work with it and I babied it. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Laying the rifle down on the fiber cloth I used while cleaning the rifle, I traced my finger over the symbol I’d carved into the side of it: a small star with a circle inside. \u00a0For luck. \u00a0It stood for the Traveler for me. \u00a0Nobody asked me why I added the mark to my rifles and I never bothered to explain it. \u00a0When you’ve been out enough, it was easy to pick up little habits. \u00a0Little good luck charms.<\/span><\/p>\n

Stowing my gear, I sling my rifle and make my way over to Tsuni. \u00a0Jace was designating leaders and handing out duties to everyone. \u00a0If everyone had a purpose, they were more likely to stick with the group and survive. \u00a0Even if it was nothing other than keeping an eye out.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Any luck?” I ask.<\/span><\/p>\n

“No, nothing,” Tsuni replies. \u00a0“I’ve never seen this before. \u00a0It’s completely unresponsive to stimuli. \u00a0No movement, no communication and I can barely detect the amount of energy it’s using. \u00a0Whatever that signal was, it completely shut them down. \u00a0I didn’t even know that was possible beyond destroying them.”<\/span><\/p>\n

My own Ghost is stored in my pack. \u00a0He hates that but I expect he isn’t even aware of it right now. \u00a0I rub my temples; the headache is still there.<\/span><\/p>\n

“We’re leaving,” Jace says from behind us. \u00a0I look around him to see the refugees gathering all of the supplies that are still left. \u00a0Jace looks at me and hesitates. \u00a0“A girl asked after you.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“I saw her,” I tell him, hefting my pack. \u00a0We’re making our way along an old road. \u00a0My eyes are flicking around at everything but there’s nothing. \u00a0No sounds beyond the cry of some bird far overhead. \u00a0Metal clinks rhythmically against metal and, occasionally, the wing of a huge ancient aircraft moves, groaning against the wind.<\/span><\/p>\n

“You made an impression,” he continues. \u00a0“I wouldn’t be surprised if she enrolls herself in the Academy. \u00a0If they make it.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Good,” I answer, barely listening. \u00a0“They could use more people.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“She said she didn’t know women could be Guard-“<\/span><\/p>\n

“Why are you telling me this?” I snap, turning to face the man.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jace shrugs, spreading his fingers. \u00a0“I just thought you’d like to know. \u00a0You’ve inspired them. \u00a0And saved them. \u00a0If they survive, most of it will be because of you.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“They were stupid for being in the open in the first place,” I tell him. \u00a0“We had scouts everywhere. \u00a0Have them everywhere. \u00a0We’ve passed the word to everyone in this mess. \u00a0‘Go to the city, you’ll be safe there.’ \u00a0They’d all be alive if they’d listened the first time.”<\/span><\/p>\n

We continue in silence for a while. \u00a0I take the lead, moving from cover to cover as we make our way to the coast. \u00a0I almost signal clear but something makes me stop. \u00a0I give the signal to hold and then crouch, scanning the horizon. \u00a0I’ve learned to trust my instincts even when I can’t hear or see what’s-<\/span><\/p>\n

There. \u00a0A hunting party. \u00a0A Captain, three Vandals and twelve Dregs. \u00a0Roughly a kilometer away. \u00a0I signal contact and Jace and Tsuni silent spread out behind me into cover. \u00a0The Eliksni are moving slowly but openly. \u00a0Far too sure of their superiority in the area. \u00a0I look to Jace but he shakes his head slightly. We watch them move. \u00a0The Dregs are fanned out, moving back and forth. \u00a0The Vandals are behind; masters pulling on their dogs’ chains. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Still searching. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I hate waiting. \u00a0The memory of the refugees being cut down is still entirely fresh in my mind. \u00a0My hand tightens around my rifle. \u00a0I want to push forward and slaughter every single one of the filthy creatures.<\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly, the temperature drops. \u00a0The air shrieks, screaming around me. \u00a0My cloak whips around my legs until I pull it close, shivering in the freezing air. \u00a0I glance around my cover to see the Eliksni arraying themselves, glancing around nervously. \u00a0The tall grass between us is swirling in a vortex, pulled and pushed by the unnatural wind.<\/span><\/p>\n

A small black orb forms a meter above the grass. \u00a0It bulges and expands and the grass below withers, rotting away. \u00a0It’s hard to look at. \u00a0My eyes keep sliding away from it and, when I force myself to focus on it, I feel the urge to vomit. \u00a0It grows further, pressing against the ground until, with a bright bang, it vanishes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dark shapes stand in place of the sphere. \u00a0They step and jerk, disappearing and reappearing meters away. \u00a0Something tickles the back of my mind. \u00a0Some piece of-<\/span><\/p>\n

“Taken,” a voice whispers directly in my ear. \u00a0I turn to look at Tsuni (his hand on his internal throat mic) but I suddenly recall a mission briefing. \u00a0When the Dreadnaught appeared in our solar system, we found a new enemy to face. \u00a0Intel at the time was sparse and nobody had clear vids. \u00a0We’d been in the field too long to know more, especially since they weren’t expected to make landfall here. \u00a0I make a note for at least the hundredth time to pay more attention to briefings.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Wait and see,” Jace says. \u00a0His voice is low and clear, as if he’s standing directly behind me. \u00a0We watch the two forces engage. \u00a0The erratic movement of the Taken seem to confuse the Eliskni. \u00a0Several Dreg break and run but are quickly killed by the dark shapes. \u00a0The air smells <\/span>wrong<\/i><\/b> with them around and my stomach twists. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Several dark shapes rush forward to the lone Captain. \u00a0It roars, firing its rifle through the mass. \u00a0A single Taken just… evaporates into the air but the Captain is overwhelmed. \u00a0He falls beneath of pile of twisted Thralls, his screams turning to gurgles as he thrashes.<\/span><\/p>\n

A single bead of sweat slips from my hairline, coursing down into my eye. \u00a0I blink it away and keep watch. \u00a0There are less Taken now than when they appeared. \u00a0Perhaps twenty of them but they keep shifting, making it hard to count. \u00a0They don’t seem to be moving anywhere. \u00a0Just waiting. \u00a0Moving within an invisible circular barrier. Shifting and feeding on their prey. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I press my hand against my throat to ask Jace what we should do when I gasp. \u00a0I feel cold, hard fingers on the back of my neck. \u00a0Old childhood fears surge to the surface of my mind and my heart races. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A… <\/span>form<\/i><\/b>… steps between dimensions. \u00a0Huge. \u00a0Less solid than the Taken surrounding it. \u00a0It’s cloaked in a long, flowing black and red robe. \u00a0It’s floating above the ground and every single Taken drops to their knees, facing the figure. \u00a0Their hands are raised and they’re chanting in a hissing tongue. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It turns to us and chaos erupts.<\/span><\/p>\n

“MOVE!” Jace yells. \u00a0He’s suffused with Light and a glowing blue dome surrounds us, shutting out the horrid smell and chanting from the Taken. \u00a0The Light within Jace’s bubble caresses us. \u00a0I feel energy flow back into me and I breathe again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Tsuni has his rifle raised and it roars in his grasp. \u00a0The bullets pierce the bubble and are sheathed in an aura of Light. \u00a0A Taken Thrall screams and dies under the spray. \u00a0Tsuni shifts his rifle towards the massive figure standing in the middle. \u00a0With adrenaline and Light flowing through my body, I watch as each bullet nearly reaches the figure before they just disintegrate into nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

I breathe once, twice and then touch my right hand against my left. \u00a0I pull my right hand back and a glowing white arrow pulls back with it. \u00a0The image of a simple, old recurve bow flashes in and out of existence. \u00a0I concentrate, trying to hold it in place. \u00a0My heart is racing and the pain between my temples is nearly unbearable. \u00a0I release. \u00a0The arrow screams forward, arching towards the tall figure. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I know it won’t work. \u00a0I can handle the Gun and the Knife but the Bow is new to me. \u00a0I have to try, though. \u00a0If Light infused bullets won’t touch it… the arrow flickers and vanishes. \u00a0I reach for my rifle, moving behind cover as the Taken begin firing. \u00a0Three shots take out an advancing Thrall.<\/span><\/p>\n

The figure moves its hands and then pushes outward. \u00a0Another orb screams towards us. \u00a0Jace yells something and I see flames envelope Tsuni but, then, Darkness.<\/span><\/p>\n

I don’t know if I passed out or if the Darkness that surrounded me has done something to me. \u00a0Taken me somewhere.<\/span><\/p>\n

I can’t see. \u00a0I can’t hear. \u00a0Only my own racing heartbeat is audible to my ears. \u00a0I can still feel my rifle in my hands and my pack against my back. \u00a0I move and feel the ground beneath me but there doesn’t seem to be any walls.<\/span><\/p>\n

“You’ve died here before,” a voice says. \u00a0My rifle is up in an instant, aiming towards the unseen voice. \u00a0“I’ve seen it many times. \u00a0Many times. \u00a0And sometimes you live. \u00a0It seems me being here has no direct influence on the events. \u00a0But, it is an important moment. \u00a0I’d rather be here than not.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Who are you?!” I yell out, hating the panic I hear in my voice. \u00a0I can’t help it. \u00a0I can’t stop the sense of dread that’s nearly crippling me. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A pale, faint light blooms in front of me. \u00a0My hands shake on my rifle and my teeth chatter. \u00a0I want to crawl under something and hide. \u00a0The Darkness is too much. \u00a0Too much for me. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

“A friend,” the voice continues. \u00a0Feminine, I think. \u00a0I try to focus on anything other than the urge to just roll over and die. \u00a0The voice sounds feminine. \u00a0And old. \u00a0Beyond old. \u00a0“Perhaps.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“I have little time,” she continues. \u00a0I can make her out now. \u00a0An Exo. \u00a0Her silver and blue frame is marred by an occasional dent or gash. \u00a0“Your friends will die if we take too long. \u00a0There’s a war coming. \u00a0Oryx was the fuse and, with his death, it is lit. \u00a0You have their attention now. \u00a0The false king may be down but, false or not, you’ve made yourselves into a threat and that can not be allowed. \u00a0Not by them. \u00a0Not by their Logic.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Who?” I ask, shivering.<\/span><\/p>\n

“His sisters,” the Exo answers. \u00a0The light has grown. \u00a0She sitting on a rock with a rifle across her knees. \u00a0We’re inside of a cavern that slopes upwards. \u00a0I can hear faint gunfire above. \u00a0Jace. \u00a0Tsuni. \u00a0How can they still fight while I’m trembling down here?<\/span><\/p>\n

“I have to help them,” I tell the stranger.<\/span><\/p>\n

“I know,” she says. \u00a0Her voice is almost sad and I wonder if she means my friends or someone else. \u00a0She picks up the rifle on her lap, holding it almost gently. \u00a0The Exo stares at it for a moment and then, as if making a decision, offers it up to me. \u00a0“You’ll need this.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“It’s just a- what is it?” I ask. \u00a0I feel slow and stupid. \u00a0So many questions.<\/span><\/p>\n

“The answer to a question I asked a long, long time ago,” she says.<\/span><\/p>\n

She watches me take it from her. \u00a0The rifle is heavy but feels almost warm in my hands. \u00a0It seems to be a standard pulse rifle with an assortment of pieces and parts bolted onto it. \u00a0Some of the parts are gleaming white while others look almost like flesh and bones. \u00a0I feel a surge of Light just by holding it. \u00a0My finger traces the gleaming silver barrel, so out of place next to the flat gray of the surrounding metal.<\/span><\/p>\n

A single word is scratched into the barrel: \u00a0<\/span>Praedyth<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n

“What’s a Praedyth?” I ask, looking up. \u00a0The Exo is gone. \u00a0“Dammit!”<\/span><\/p>\n

The sounds of gunfire draw me back. \u00a0The Darkness seems to recede around me and I scramble up the rough path, falling and stumbling until I break through. \u00a0Tsuni is down, breathing but badly injured. \u00a0A single thought echoes through my mind: \u00a0<\/span>Can we be brought back with our ghosts as they are now? \u00a0<\/span><\/i>Jace’s bubble is gone.<\/span><\/p>\n

Only five Taken are left. \u00a0Four now, as Jace fires a round directly into the head of another. \u00a0The huge figure is lazily lobbing flaming globs of unnatural space magic at us. \u00a0I plan to have words with Tsuni when this is all done. \u00a0If we survive. \u00a0I raise the rifle and it feels oddly familiar to me. \u00a0Comfortable. \u00a0Another Taken staggers but I aim for the shade.<\/span><\/p>\n

I breathe.<\/span><\/p>\n

My finger touches the trigger.<\/span><\/p>\n

I breathe again.<\/span><\/p>\n

My finger tightens on the trigger and it bucks, three rounds bursting forth, surrounded in pure Light. \u00a0The creature laughs at me. \u00a0Until the first round pierces its chest. \u00a0Black ooze mists out from the thing’s body as all three rounds strike true. \u00a0I fire again but the thing just <\/span>shifts<\/i><\/b> and is gone. \u00a0One round from my second burst vanishes with it but the other two embed themselves deep into a boulder on the far side.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dropping the gun, I scramble over to Tsuni. \u00a0He’s still alive and I talk to him as I strip and dress his wounds. He hisses when I inject the blue medigel into the bullet holes but he slowly relaxes as it seals the wound.<\/span><\/p>\n

“We may have to leave him behind,” I tell Jace. \u00a0“You know how loud ‘locks get when they stub their toe.” \u00a0Jace is holding my new weapon, turning it over and over in his hands. \u00a0I don’t think he even heard me.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Hah,” Tsuni gasps, propping himself up. \u00a0“Give me five minutes and I’ll be leaving you behind. \u00a0What is that thing?”<\/span><\/p>\n

I explain my brief encounter with the strange Exo. \u00a0Tsuni asks a million questions. \u00a0What she looked like. \u00a0What color were her eyes. \u00a0How exactly she spoke. \u00a0What she smelled like. \u00a0I’d rather be back facing that shade, honestly.<\/span><\/p>\n

“What’s Praedyth?” I ask them. \u00a0“Have either of you heard of it? \u00a0I don’t think it’s a manufacturer. \u00a0It’s not stamped. \u00a0It looks like someone scratched it in there with a file or something. \u00a0Maybe the place it was found?”<\/span><\/p>\n

“I don’t know,” Tsuni said. \u00a0He was standing now, adjusting his pack while taking a turn with the weapon. \u00a0“I’ve never heard of it and it’s not in any of the records I have access to. \u00a0I-” \u00a0The man stops and looks at me. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

“What?” I ask. \u00a0He pushes the rifle towards me and taps the side of the stock. \u00a0A single image is carved into it by a careful, steady hand: \u00a0a star with a circle inside. \u00a0My mouth hangs open. \u00a0I’ve only put that on three weapons before. \u00a0I’ve never seen it anywhere else. \u00a0It’s not an emblem for anything else. \u00a0As far as I know, I’m the only one that has ever used it before. \u00a0“I’m not- \u00a0I don’t-“<\/span><\/p>\n

“You’ve never seen this before?” \u00a0Jace asks. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

“No, never!” \u00a0I exclaim. \u00a0“What the hell is this?”<\/span><\/p>\n

“We can figure it out later,” Jace says. \u00a0“After we track down Rasputin and see what’s happened to our Ghosts. \u00a0When that’s finished, we head straight back to the Tower. \u00a0The technicians can analyze it. \u00a0Are you both good to move?”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Yeah,” Tsuni grunts. \u00a0“What about you, though?”<\/span><\/p>\n

“I’m a Titan. \u00a0We’re always ready,” he says, grinning.<\/span><\/p>\n

I stare at him. \u00a0No doubt he won’t stop to take care of himself until we break for camp. \u00a0Probably has ten holes, bleeding him out and he’s just too damn stubborn to die. \u00a0We continue moving. \u00a0I can hear the water lapping from the coast. \u00a0We’re near now. \u00a0To wherever we’re supposed to be.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Any thoughts on the Taken, Tsuni?” \u00a0Jace asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Nothing beyond the briefings,” he answered. \u00a0“You heard the chanting?” \u00a0Jace nodded.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Assume,” I say carefully, clearing my throat. \u00a0“Assume some of us were asleep during one of the briefings. \u00a0Assume I couldn’t understand a damn thing those creatures were shouting.”<\/span><\/p>\n

Tsuni looked over at me from the corner of his eyes. \u00a0Jace sighed heavily without taking his eyes from his watch while we moved.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Savath\u00fbn,” Tsuni said. \u00a0“They were chanting and praying for their ‘<\/span>mother’,<\/span><\/i> Savath\u00fbn.”<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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