[b]The Bunker Part 2[/b] “You idiot!” came the assailant’s voice. “Do you have any idea what you have done?!” Delta did not appreciate being held at gunpoint. He decided now would be a good time to test out a new ability he had been working on. He slid one foot back, and stepped into the void. The blink was quick, and Delta suddenly found himself behind his foe. He quickly recovered as the person in front of him turned around. Delta slammed the butt of his auto rifle down on the guy’s head, and kicked the shotgun away from him. The man before Delta, now with his back to the floor, was dressed in a simple, black uniform, a hood over his head, and a Defense seal printed on the right side of his chest. Delta got angry at the sight of the logo and aimed his weapon. “Are you with The Defense?! Who are you?! Start talking!” The man waved a hand in submission. He slowly sat up, and carefully removed his hood. Delta was shocked to find the scratched, grey face of an exo, green eyes staring angrily up at him. “What’s wrong?” said the stranger. “Not what you expected to find?” Delta scowled. “Who are you?!” he said, more sternly this time. “I will not ask again!” The exo stranger frowned. “My name is Foxtrot,” he said, agitated. “I suppose I’m a guardian of sorts, like yourself, except what I protect is far more important.” Delta glanced up at the Hive cleaver. “That old thing? Don’t make me laugh,” said Delta. Foxtrot shook his head in annoyance. “What kind of a name is Foxtrot anyway?” asked Delta. “What kind of a name is Delta?” Foxtrot refuted. That’s when it hit Delta. This exo knew exactly who he was. In fact, they might have been created by the same people! In a way, they could be brothers. “You know what I am, don’t you?” said Delta. “You know who made me, what I was built for.” Foxtrot’s eyes narrowed. “What WE were built for,” he corrected. “Yes, I know who you are, Delta Fourth Born! You were among the first of us, built to serve The Defense against alien threats.” “The first…” Delta whispered. “How many of us are there?” He was reeling at the discovery that he had siblings out there in the world, but Foxtrot never gave him an answer. “You have more pressing matters to worry about,” said Foxtrot, anger growing in his voice once more. “Do you have any idea what that is?!” he said, pointing at the weapon in the tank. “It’s a Hive weapon,” said Delta. “That’s not just ANY Hive weapon!” exclaimed Foxtrot. “That, is a Key Blade!” The term was unfamiliar to Delta. “What the hell is a Key Blade?” “A Key Blade,” said Delta’s ghost as it materialized again, “is a Hive tool imbued with darkness. Each Key, if wielded by Oryx or any in his bloodline, has the power to activate various Hive superweapons. The dreadnaught the Guardians took down some time ago was one such weapon.” “Yes,” confirmed Foxtrot, “but this one in particular, belongs to the moon.” Delta’s mind began to race. “The MOON is a superweapon?!” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Of course!” said Foxtrot. “What did you think they were doing up there? They’ve turned the moon into a war world, and all they need now to use it against your precious Traveler is that key!” “But… how did it get here?” inquired Delta. “Does it matter?” said Foxtrot. “You fools opened the bunker! Now the Hive can sense its power, and the Blood of Oryx will come for it!” Then, as if on que, the sound of several wormholes opening could be heard above them. “They’re here,” said Delta’s ghost. Delta picked up the shotgun and tossed it back to Foxtrot. “We are going to fight these guys,” said Delta, “and we are going to win. Promise you won’t shoot me in the back?” Foxtrot sighed and nodded. “Come on,” he said. “It’s time to clean up your mess.” Foxtrot approached a larger control panel in the back of the room and began to furiously push buttons. The bunker doors began to close as the overhead lights were replaced with flashing red sirens. While the bunker went into lockdown, Foxtrot led Delta to a side room and opened the door to reveal rows upon rows of massive weapons. “This was mostly a weapons design and research facility during the Golden Age,” explained Foxtrot. Delta scanned the arsenal in amazement, and his eyes fell on a Golden Age gatling gun. Foxtrot saw Delta’s interest. “I think you will do just fine with that one,” he said as he pulled a rocket launcher off the wall. “We are going to need some heavy-hitters.” They each primed their new weapons and went back into the center room. “They will blow through that door any minute now,” said Foxtrot. Their Golden Age weapons were powerful, but Delta feared they would still be overwhelmed. They needed a strategy. Delta looked around the room and his eyes fell on the overhead ventilation shafts. Delta smiled. “C’mon Fox,” he said. “I have a plan.” BOOM! The entire bunker shook as a massive hole was blown through the entry doors. Through the opening poured in tons of thrall and acolytes. They flooded through the hall and into the middle room, surrounding the tank that held the Key Blade. The mass of Hive waited as heavy footsteps rang out through the bunker. Into the room walked a towering Hive knight, heavily armored and eyes full of malice. It plowed through the equipment that cluttered the room towards the blade and stopped a few feet away. It viewed the weapon with great intent, as if it were a beautiful and satisfying sight. The knight took a step back and poised to break the glass. 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