[b]The Bunker[/b] Delta’s vision blurred as his transmat initiated. There was a loud crunch as he planted his feet into the riverbed. He primed his Galahad-E as the warship flew away and he took in his surroundings. He had landed right in the middle of a beautiful forest, located in the European Dead Zone. The sun glistened through the trees, and the rushing river made for a peaceful scene. Delta wished he could visit places like this more often. Since the Fallen had left the planet, Commander Zavala had Cayde send scouts into the Dead Zone, and when they found it to be alien free for the first time in centuries, the Vanguard declared it safe for exploration. It wasn’t long after that a scout reported finding an old bunker in the middle of a forest belonging to the long dead anti-alien group known as The Defense. Delta often spent his free time researching the Golden Age and The Defense, hoping to find out more about where he came from. So when the scout’s report came in, Delta did not hesitate to volunteer for an investigative operation, and Zavala did not hesitate to let him go. He had gained the respect of the awoken Titan after Ross, of all people, told Zavala about Delta’s heroic stand at the ketch against the Pack (as Ross had started to call those savage man-eaters). Not long after that word started to spread and even Cayde stopped by to compliment Delta. “So I hear you are quite the hero after all!” he had said. “I knew you were the real deal!” Delta always enjoyed his conversations with Cayde, but he didn’t like all the attention he was starting to get. On top of potentially finding out more about his past, Delta also saw this mission as an opportunity to get out into the world on his own and away from any distractions. There were some people that Delta didn’t mind though, Alexandra being chief among them. She always seemed to understand him and had an abundance of patience and devotion to the task at hand. She had offered to come with him on this venture, but he felt it was something he had to do on his own. Alex, of course, understood and wished him good luck. Delta turned his attention to the forest before him, eager to uncover whatever secrets the bunker held. "I hope it's not full of demon dogs like last time," he said to himself. The horrifying experience Delta had on the ketch still haunted him. The exo shook his head, trying to refocus. The scout had marked the exact coordinates, which Delta had locked into his navigation system. He began to walk along the riverbank towards the waypoint. Delta’s ghost materialized next to him. “What do you think we will find in there?” it asked. Delta shrugged. “I haven’t the slightest idea. The Tower doesn’t have much on The Defense. I’m confident we will find something at least somewhat useful.” The pair followed the rushing water until they turned around a bend in the river, the landscape rising higher and higher beside them. “There it is!” said the ghost. Sure enough, to their right a large metal building laid tucked into the massive hill they had been skirting around. On the doors were painted a seal depicting a shield with the word “Defense” printed over it. “That was smart on the part of The Defense,” said the ghost. “The trees overhead almost completely cover it from view, and this hill provides a good diversion for anyone looking in this direction from up river.” Delta agreed. This place was really well hidden. “How did that scout find it?” wondered Delta aloud. The ghost approached the door’s keypad and analyzed it. “It’s very heavily encrypted,” it said. “I can get through though.” The ghost had the locks disabled in seconds and a green light flashed on the keypad. “Here we go,” said the ghost as it teleported back into Delta’s helmet. The Warlock readied his rifle as the massive steel doors groaned and slid open. There was a horrible screeching sound as they came to a rest, and Delta cautiously stepped inside. One by one, overhead lamps ignited and illuminated the large hallway that now faced the Warlock. “How… efficient”, said Delta. The hall was purely concrete and stretched far into the earth. On each side a row of metallic doors concealed various rooms. Delta veered left to look into the window of the nearest door. The inside was dark, but he could make out several tables and computers. He crossed the hall to look into another. Some robotic arms and an operating table could be clearly seen. “It looks like this place was some kind of research facility,” said Delta. He made his way down the hall towards what seemed to be a large, circular room ahead, peeking through the occasional door to see various forms of equipment and robotics. He reached the final room, a huge, circular work space cluttered with various forms of machines, computers, and other equipment. In the center of the room was a massive glass container that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. Inside swirled a violent green mist. “I don’t like the look of this,” said Delta. “Neither do I,” replied his ghost, appearing next to him. The exo navigated through the various work stations to get a better look. He passed what looked to be several weapon designs in progress, and several robotics projects. He stopped by a table with what seemed to be a human arm made entirely from robotic parts. Delta held up his own arm in comparison. He had to be on the right track. Delta and his ghost made it to the center and peered into the towering container. “That mist is extremely thick,” said the ghost. “Let me see if I can drain it.” The ghost flew over to a nearby control panel and began to zap away. There was a loud beeping and the sound of a decompressor. The ghost dematerialized. Delta watched as the mist in the tank began to thin, revealing the outline of what Delta thought was a large blade. As the mist disappeared completely, the object in the tank became clear. It was a massive cleaver carved from some kind of stone, riddled with well-worn scratches and holes from what must have been centuries of battle. Around it pulsed an eerie green light. “That’s a Hive blade!” exclaimed Delta’s ghost. “But what is it doing here?!” That’s when Delta heard the distinct sound of the pump of a shotgun. He felt the tip of the barrel being pressed against the back of his head, and heard an angry voice behind him. “Don’t move!” [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1371758/225101819/0/0]Part 2[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/224417569?page=0&sort=0&showBanned=0&path=1]The Hub[/url]