[b]The Discovery[/b] A small siren wailed as the large, metallic doors slowly lifted. The gears were shrieking and dust filled the air. The hanger had not been opened in centuries. Just as light began to creep inside, a small, glowing orb flew in under the hanger doors. The ghost, assigned to search for a worthy Guardian candidate, immediately began a scan of the room. The hanger was massive, and still held several golden age warships. The ghost knew this was an opportunity to find a Guardian with fantastic qualities for battle. Warship pilots were fearless, cunning, and adaptable. There was no time to waste. The ghost went right to work opening each warship and scanning the inside for bodies. The first was completely clean without a single sign of anyone having been inside. The second turned out to be the same. By the time the third was scanned the ghost had gotten frustrated. It was clear now that these ships had never been deployed and they were unlikely to contain any bodies, much less a future Guardian. Annoyed, the ghost made his way to the control room off to the right. It was standard protocol to recover any golden age data logs whether a Guardian was raised or not. The complex the ghost had made his way through was part of an advanced United States military base stationed in what was left of the Arabian Union in the Middle East, long before the collapse. It was a testing ground for some of the world's greatest technologies, including security systems, but that was no match for a ghost. No system is. Created by the Traveler itself, ghosts were designed to have technological capabilities unlike anything anyone had ever seen. The ghost was through the firewall in a matter of seconds and an immediate download of all data began. While the download progressed, the ghost sifted through the data to flag any files of interest. The base was already a gold mine as it was. Intact golden age warships were hard to come by and there was no doubt that Amanda Holliday would send some Guardians to retrieve them. The ghost made sure to mark all files related to the construction and operation of the warships. The download was nearly complete when a message appeared on the screen, accompanied by a flashing red light. Surprised, the ghost halted the download. The screen read "WARNING: BLACK DRIVE COMPROMISED // AUTO DATA DESTRUCTION INITIATED". Alarmed, the ghost immediately began an encryption breakdown of the hard drive. Whatever the failsafe was trying to destroy had to be saved. After a few seconds the ghost located a phantom file. It was disguised as a flight program but could not be opened from the outside. After a few more seconds the ghost was able to break through and view the file. There was a long list of data logs designated as classified, and one by one they were disappearing. The ghost quickly inserted a time-stop virus, designed to force a system to halt all ongoing activity. Half of the logs were gone now and it kept going. The ghost could only watch while the virus did its job. Just when it seemed that nothing would be recovered, a green indicator popped up on the screen. The virus had gotten through. Only one data log was left in the file, which the ghost opened right away. It read: CLASSIFIED: PROJECT DELTA Vault B-7 Designation: Robotics // Advanced Clearance Level - 9 Model Number: [REDACTED] Deployment Status: [REDACTED] Supervisor: Dr. Yazan Sayyed [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/224416636?sort=0&page=0]Part 2[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/224417569]The Hub[/url]