[b]The Discovery Part 2[/b] Nothing was clear in the log but a name was the perfect lead. The ghost immediately sent a request to the Tower's database for information on Dr. Yazan Sayyed while completing the initial download. The download had finished right as the ghost received all of the Vanguard's files connected to Sayyed. From what was given, Dr. Sayyed was a brilliant Arabic robotics engineer, responsible for the creation of the Frames. Frames were simple automata designed for tasks such as maintenance and service, but their potential was never realized until long after Sayyed's death and the Collapse. They are now used throughout the Last City, often taking the role of a vendor, janitor, or mechanic. To the ghost it appeared that Sayyed was a prominent figure, until the last few files were opened. Apparently Sayyed's final days were some of his worst. He was arrested for conspiring against the Traveler and building weapons for an anti-alien group simply named "The Defense". Unfortunately the weapons were never found. "Until today", the ghost said to himself. Whatever Project Delta was, it was located in vault B-7. The ghost brought up a map of the complex. Sure enough, there was an entire wing dedicated to "vaults", or labs. Vault 7, section B, lay at the end of a long hallway on the other side of the complex. Without any delay, the ghost made his way through the corridors that led to the central hub where all the wings of the complex connected. The hub was circular, enormous in size, and covered with a giant glass dome. The space was full of old technology and bodies, all of which the ghost had already investigated before reaching the hanger. The ghost was about to make his way into the northwest wing where the vaults were located, when an energized explosion came from far above the dome, illuminating the hub in a violet-red light. The ghost flew for cover behind a broken flower pot and slowly took a peek around it. There, just above the complex, hovered a massive Fallen ketch flying the banners of the House of Devils. This was bad. There was a whole wealth of golden age technology in there free for the taking. The ghost wasted no time sending an emergency report to the Tower before heading towards the northwest wing again. The House of Devils was notorious for raiding any and all facilities that might give them the upper hand against their enemies, and they were about to hit the mother-load. The ghost had gotten out of sight right as a Fallen dropship descended on the dome. The sound of glass breaking could be heard throughout the complex. If nothing else, Project Delta had to be secured from the Fallen. The ghost reached section B in no time and went straight to the door of vault 7. It was protected by several locks and encryptions, but it was nothing that couldn't be broken. One by one, the ghost passed all the security measures and the door opened with a loud click. He flew in fast and ordered the door to close. He considered his options as the lights gradually came on. The Fallen would most likely sweep the complex one wing after another, which gave him some time. Even if they reached the vault wing, they would have to blow the doors open one by one. The sound of explosions was as good a warning as any. The ghost turned his attention to the lab before him. The entry room was bare, with nothing but a few tables and empty storage containers. Behind that, though, was an old wooden door with a padlock on it. With no trouble at all, the ghost cut a hole through the door with a laser. The inside was musty, and full of rows upon rows of crates that stacked to the ceiling. In one corner of the room, a crate laid open, and the ghost went to check it out. Inside was a rifle, not unlike a scout rifle that Guardians use, but many parts were majorly outdated. There was one word printed on the side of the weapon: MIDA. Curious, the ghost made his way down the isles of crates that no doubt contained all kinds of weapons. There seemed to be an assortment of all forms of firearms from pistols, to assault rifles, to sniper rifles. The ghost turned at the next corner, and was surprised to find yet another door. This door was metallic, and on it was painted the word "DELTA". The door was protected by a keypad which the ghost easily bypassed with a simple hack. There was a short beep and the door swung open. When the ghost looked inside, he jumped back in astonishment. Before him was a small, square room that contained nothing but a leather chair, and a humanoid figure sitting in it. It took a couple seconds for the ghost to realize that this being wasn't alive, or even human. It was a machine. An exo. Excitement swelled within the ghost. Could this be his lucky break? He scanned the silver, metallic figure over and formed the results. To the ghost's amazement, this exo contained the power of light unlike anything he had ever seen. "At last!" exclaimed the ghost to himself. "Welcome to the ranks, Guardian." With that the ghost expanded into a sphere of light and called upon the Traveler-given power of resurrection. A flash of light shot out of the ghost, and the exo suddenly writhed into existence. It had a short spasm in the chair, and then fell to the floor on its hands and knees. "Incredible." said the ghost in amazement. "Welcome to the land of the living!" The silver exo slowly stood up and focused its glowing blue eyes. Before him hovered a white, pointed orb with a royal blue stripe down the middle towards its single glowing eye. "I know you must have many questions, guardian, and all will be answered in due time." The ghost prepared his material generation system and quickly initiated a transmat to form armor and cloth around the exo. "Congratulations, Guardian. You have been classified as a warlock!" The exo looked down at his newly formed armor and flinched as a helmet materialized around his head. "The Fallen are here and they will kill us." said the ghost. "We need to get out of here fast. Do you remember anything about this facility?" The exo surveyed his surroundings with a blank expression. "Do you remember anything at all?" tried the ghost. Finally the exo opened his mouth and in a deep, smokey voice said, "My name." "That's a start! What is it?" said the ghost. The exo straightened to his full height as he retrieved his only personal memory. "I... I am Delta." [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/224421567]Chapter 2[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/224417569?page=0&sort=0&showBanned=0&path=1]The Hub[/url]