Legend Untold Chapter 19 Blank Slate Chapter 33 [i]Freehold Part 13[/i] “This is not your day,” Rush chuckled. “Yep,” I agreed with my Ghost, then saw that everyone had finally gathered in the same spot, “So, what next everyone?” The others all stood quietly for a moment, some shuffling their feet in the sand. “Well,” Quintel broke the silence, “These supplies are just laying around. The Vanguard could want ‘em, and the Cabal considered them important enough to protect.” “So we shouldn’t let those brutes hold on to all this,” Welkine continued. “I can fit a lot of it,” Fehri volunteered, “Got a ship with a lot of space. “Why would you want that? It’s a bigger target,” Sierra scoffed. “Let’s just say I call it the Good Times for a reason,” Fehri nudged her with his elbow. “You really get on my nerves,” the Huntress crossed her arms. “It’s a skill. Ghost, need you out here,” Fehri requested. A Ghost appeared at his side, it’s shell a glossy and mirror-like chrome with little lights that shifted from one color to another every few seconds. It had to be the most party-ready, flashy, and oddly aesthetic thing I had seen in all of my second life. “Already bringing the Good Times in and preparing space for the transmat,” the shining Ghost reported with a female voice. “You let him put that on you?” Rush gawked. “I happen to like the look,” she glanced over at Rush, then rolled her single blue eye as if that one look told her everything she needed to know about him, “Gives me futuristic and “I’m a prize” vibes.” “I love it!” Drew exclaimed, gravitating closer, “Where did you get this?” “Get the right kind of metal, some polish, and someone who can connect the lights right and you can make anything look like a disco ball,” Fehri described. “Whoa,” Drew was still in awe. Fehri’s Ghost appeared to be displaying herself for Drew. Just then the hum of engines approached and a large, angular jumpship cruised into sight over the buildings. It was mostly colored in a lapis lazuli blue with some touches of violet and pink, and all of it was glossy. “Great, someone besides the cultist is trying to make us go blind,” Yvan shook his head disapprovingly. The crates and canisters of Cabal supplies began disappearing all around us, all fizzling into the white data bits of transmat. “We gotta get out of here quick or the Cabal will blow us out of the sky,” Fehri clapped his hands together for finality, “I can’t fit it all so you guys should get your ships over.” The crate Null was sitting on disappeared and the Warlock fell on his butt. “Hey!” he complained. “Not my fault!” Fehri raised his hands in surrender, “Anyway, you guys give me a call if you ever want to have some fun.” “It was a pleasure, Fehri,” I shook his hand. “So formal. Not my style,” Fehri laughed, then waved his arm at the others, “GOODBYE ALL YOU SCRUBS!” Sierra flicked him off while everyone else waved goodbye, aside from Crag and Yvan, of course. “Ooh, touchy,” he laughed at the Hunters, then pointed at Veronica, “I’ll call you later, V.” Then, with a flourishing bow, the Warlock disappeared in transmat. Several moments later the supplies around us stopped disappearing and the Good Times flew away. Only a few small stacks of crates were left. “The Aurora is on its way?” I checked with Rush. “Yep,” Rush bobbed in a motion similar to a nod, “Hurtling through enemy air space as we speak.” “Everyone ready to go?” I turned to the others, “All of your ships are coming in?” “Crag and I are staying, actually,” Veronica purred, “He needs his antisocial time.” “He’s not the only one,” Yvan grumbled, “I’m flying straight to the Cosmodrome without any of you lowbrow zanies.” “Wow, that’s harsh,” I commented. “You understood that?” Quintel inquired. “I understand all of his insults,” I looked at Yvan disapprovingly. “I’m leaving,” the vulgar Hunter stated, and a moment later his ship cruised overhead and he transmatted away. “I’ll go with him,” Null told me with devious glee, “I’m sure he won’t mind.” After a minute Null’s ship arrived, as well as several of the other’s and my own. The rest filtered in as we all said our farewells to Veronica and Crag, who set back out into the ruins of Freehold. “I guess all the rest of us are heading back to the City with all this booty,” Nat tried patting a crate, but it vanished and her hand swept through empty air. “Hah! She said booty!” Drew punched my shoulder in his amusement. “Children,” Sierra scoffed. “Could a child have won this much loot?” Nat waved her arms out in display, and a pile of engrams colored from white, to green, to blue, to purple transmatted to her feet. Sierra didn’t bother responding. The last of the supplies finally disappeared, divided between all of our ships, so everyone began transmatting up and starting to fly up out of the atmosphere. I was about to leave myself when I heard Blanc asking for help. “Guys? Can someone give Keis a nudge or something?” the Ghost requested. “Dibs!” Nat stuck her arm straight up into the air. But Drew was already next to the red-clad Warlock. “Too slow!” he cheered, pulling his arm back for a punch. My mind raced to predict the result. Keis always blocked whenever someone swung at him while he was lost in thought, but Drew was just as big as him and at least as strong. Would Keis grab Drew’s hand but not be able to hold him back? Would he dodge? Drew swung with all of his weight. In the moment before his fist met Keis’s face, the Warlock grabbed him by the wrist, put his other arm under Drew’s armpit, and used the Titan’s momentum to swing him up over his head and then down onto the ground with a thud. It happened so fast it took me a moment to process that Drew was now flat on his back on the opposite side of Keis that he had started on, and I could see the Titan was thinking it through as well. “That. Was. AWESOME!” Drew broke into laughter as Keis helped him up. “My apologies,” Keis said as he assisted Drew. “No problem, dude!” Drew patted Keis on the back, unable to stop laughing. Keis didn’t seem to understand the Titan’s amusement, but he didn’t question it. “Almost had him, Drew! Here’s a prize!” Nat hooted, then kicked a pure white engram up into the air. Drew caught it and turned it over in his hands. “I can decrypt that for you, Drew,” Sally offered quietly. The engram disappeared and a moment later a bright pink chest plate formed over Drew’s torso. “Me gusta,” Drew inspected himself, “A little scrawny, though.” “I LOVE IT!” Trixie beamed. “Oh Drew,” Sierra purred. “Yeah?” the Titan replied. “You owe Crag and I a lot of Glimmer,” she cackled. Drew stared at Sierra, trying to understand what she meant. With a gasp he looked down at his armor, then back to Sierra, then to his armor again. As Sally began to transmat him to his ship, Drew collected himself enough to speak. “Sonuva…” Pt12: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/245636028/0/0 Ch20, The Master: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/246287436/0/0 ToC: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212710816/0/0 Hope everyone enjoyed seeing the Blank Slate crew again as well as all the 4th wall breaks and old character appearances! This was a special chapter for Fehri because it was the first time his character was brought to life, and it won’t be the last you see of him either!