Chapter 1- https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/225398422/0/0 Master Post - https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/225428746/0/0 ____________________________________________ Sasha cut through the underbrush, fanning a tree’s branches out of her way. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she pulled a pistol from her belt and crouched behind a fallen tree. She placed the silenced barrel of the ancient Colt 1911 to the back of the psion’s head and pulled the trigger. A bullet cleanly passed through it’s helmet, killing it instantly and silently. Sasha grabbed its arm before it could loudly sump to the floor and wake up the rest of the psions around it. She leapt from behind the log and started to silently kill the remaining psions as they slept. After she was done, she crushed their beacon under her boot and started heading back to her camp. It hadn’t been easy surviving in the wild. Without her light, she was having a difficult time hunting and killing the invading Cabal. Not to mention, the… encounter… with SIVA. Back at her camp, she unloaded her backpack full of fruits, nuts and meat and went to work on storing them. As she unpacked her gear in silence, she caught a glimpse of her old helmet, still resting on her sleeping bag in the tent. She hadn’t slept in days. Didn’t need to, anyways. She was fine. Sasha rubbed her temples as the ringing came back. She ignored the roaring headache as best she could. There was no time for rest out here. She started coughing, her poor vocal chords straining against their sudden use. Sasha hadn’t talked in months. [i]No need to.[/i] Sasha’s armour sat with the helmet, unused since the tower fell. The bright white of the suit made her a bigger target in the forest. She settled on a cloak made of bear fur and some warm clothes she found while scavenging. Checking over her remaining ammunition, she sighed and set her pistol down. Sasha had ran out of ammo for her vanguard-class weaponry six weeks ago, and had resorted to using various pieces of pre-golden age gear to protect herself. Pulling the shotgun from her back, she tried picking away the red veins at it once more. [i]Damn,[/i] She thought, [i]-blam!-in’ fallen and their bullshit.[/i] As she ripped the nodes off, they regrew near instantly. At least the SIVA gave her an infinite supply of shotgun shells. Too bad it tainted all the game she shot. She set the old military shotgun down and wrapped it in a blanket. Sasha gutted the fish she caught with her axe and wrapped it in tinfoil to cook over the fire. She placed the tinder she had gathered earlier in the morning in the pit, and pulled out a lighter and set fire to it. Gradually adding logs to the flame, she placed the foil in the flames and waited for it to cook. Sighing and grasping her forehead, she reminisced on her past adventures. This one had to break the top twenty in levels of pain in the ass. Sasha didn’t care. She wouldn’t let her loved ones die in vain. She had to keep moving. She moved to the tent before she heard a loud thump in the bush behind her. Turning to investigate, she was shocked to find a taken being lying face down, half dead. Sasha raised her shotgun to put an end to its misery, when she saw the grimy dark hair. [i]Aw, shit.[/i] She thought, narrowing her eyes and cautiously approaching. The glowing figure looked human, but had the nature of the Taken. Nudging it over with the toe of her boot, the face with half closed eyes stared into her soul, the glimmer of a silver chain lacing her neck. She dropped her weapon in shock, mouth agape. “Zara?” Her voice sounded like gravel. She quickly knelt over the Taken guardian, shaking her rapidly. She was all skin and bones. The figure gave a weak cough, fresh blood leaking out of her mouth. [i]This isn’t good.[/i] Flinging the woman over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry, she sprinted faster than she had in months towards her camp. _____________________________________________________________________ [b]Rise: Chapter Three: [/b]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/226235377/0/0