This story isn't dead, I'm just having trouble finding time to write. We strolled our way through the inner city streets and plazas, looking in the store front windows of the shops that lined the streetside. The buildings here were all shops and apartments for civilians, hidden away from the factories and storehouses of the outer city, the Towers and the walls, you could almost forget our dire state of affairs. We made our way through the gardens and markets, and Sierra talked, talked about what life would be like down here, sheltered from the war outside the walls. About Sparrow races and the Rift Crucible League, Cabal tactics, the newest line of gear from Suros, and an offer the Future War Cult had made us a while back. I listened, giving the occasional laugh, grin or comment as I ate a sandwich we picked up from a deli. “… so he falls off the Harvester and hits the sand flat on his back. Dawn runs over to him, and Mordai is just like I’ll get him next time and passes out.” We both erupted with laughter. “I swear, Dawn has the best stories.” I said. “I know! The one with the Ogre Navek fought?” I grinned, “He, is damn champion.” Sierra chuckled. “I’m serious. I’ve never met a better pilot.” “No, no,” she responded, “you’re totally ri-” “You do know the meeting starts in twelve minutes right?” Echo cut her off, appearing a few feet in front of us. Without so much as a word, Sierra and I both took off in a run. “I thought so.” Echo said before vanishing again. We flew around a left turn into the path of three bicycles. We leapt high over them, returning to the ground at a full fledged run a few meters past the dumbfounded civilians. We ran down the next street, and another that opened into a plaza full of people. We both stopped and looked around. “This way!” I called, a stack of crates next to a low roofed building. Perfect. I pulled myself to the top of the crates and vaulted onto the roof, Sierra in close pursuit. We jumped from roof to roof along the south side of the plaza, then we ran across an arch that let us onto the roofs of the west side. The buildings here were a mix of two and three stories tall so I glided between them, while Sierra took steps and leaps off of thin air like it was nothing. Side by side, both jumped off the corner of the last building on the west edge of the plaza, I hit the ground in a roll and sprung to my feet, no momentum lost. We were making our way north towards the Tower. Only a few more streets, I thought, then it’s a straight shot. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sierra smiling as we ran. I hadn’t noticed it until now but I was smiling too, as hard as running in civies was, the feel of the wind in my face was a wonderful change of pace from the usual run for your life business. Sierra rounded the last corner just ahead of me. There it was, a straight three hundred meters and mostly empty. I picked up the pace to a full sprint catching the Exo and edging past her. “Hey!” she called. I grinned, and kept going with her hot on my heels. I reached the doors with my arms in the air. Sierra came to a stop next to me a second or two later, giving me a punch in the shoulder and . We scanned our IDs and entered, heading straight to an elevator. I hit 248 and leaned my back against the wall to catch my breath. “Two minutes to spare.” She said smiling. “Good thing we didn’t forget.” I kidded, both of us gave a short laugh. The elevator was filled with the sound of both of us breathing heavy. Sierra’s body was a late golden age prototype, more humanoid than most both physically and mechanically. It used oxygen from the air to transfer and convert energy more efficiently, useful, but also a pain. “Ok, good to go.” I said as the double doors slid open to a long hallway. We made our way two doors to the right, scanned our IDs again and stepped in. Everyone seemed to be settling down for the meeting when we entered. We were the last arrivals but still, not late. The circular room was dimly lit with a distinctly military design, a raised outer edge with displays and holoscreens set into the walls. Two doors, evenly spaced from the one we entered , led into other parts of Command HQ. The lower level was mostly open with the exception of a large central holotable the others were gathered around. We took our places at the table and I gave a nod to Zavala and Cayde who stood at the input panel. Prologue/directory [url]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/139146382[/url]