I am aware that there is a fan art already named this, but I hope it doesn't really matter. This is my first attempt on a destiny one shot, and I haven't written in a while. A bit rusty. The water dripped down onto the ground, the silver bloom bathing in the moonlight. It was tranquil, or at least as best as it could get on Venus. And after a day of hard fighting, that was exactly what the guardian needed. The stars above him, floating in space, accompanied by the gentle chirp of animals soothed him. “Getting some peace time? We could just board the ship and go back to Earth. It's just as relaxing and enemies aren't lurking behind every corner,”his ghost says, appearing next to him. “I enjoy being in enemy territory. It adds spice,”the guardian shrugs, sitting down on a log next to him. “And Venus has a much better view. Sometimes staring at the same old white orb can get boring.” “The Traveler protects us! You should be aware that-”the guardian interrupts his ghost with a wave of his hand. The ghost was as religious as a robot could get. “I know, I know. I just need some relaxation.” They once again resumed in silence, but the guardian was getting restless. Something was wrong. His eyes flicked to his motion tracker, yet he saw nothing. “Your heartbeat just went up. Are you alright-”too late. As suspected, the enemy appeared behind him, grabbing his ghost, and flinging into a nearby tree, causing an audible thump, but it's titanium shell managed to survive the crash. “Hello? Is is anyone-wait, contact! They're-”the ghost violently swings himself back and forth, his reticule flicking from place to place. As this was happening, the guardian flew around, bringing his rifle to bear, pointing at the form of the stealth Vandal, or at least what the guardian could see of it. Instantly, bullets flew and the Vandal charged. The guardian had barely enough time to react as the Vandal tumbled into him, two of it's arms grabbing his, while the other two drew out long wicked swords, but this time the guardian was prepared. His gauntlet had recharged a grenade a long time ago, and it appeared as he stuck it onto the Vandal's chest as he kicked the beast and blinked backwards. Two quick bursts with his pulse rifle sealed the deal, and the Vandal shrieked as it blew into pieces, blood and body parts splattering him. The guardian puts his head down and sighs. “Not so peaceful now, is it? Remember, you're in enemy territory. And no one is safe in the enemies home,”the ghost said, recovering from his little episode. “Were you trying to sound smart?” “Maybe....” “I think I'll take your suggestion of leaving. Let's head to the tower. Hopefully Rahool will have something good to give me this time.”