your guardians story

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Sure guess I'll try if you need ill write a quick story for you

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I don't know if this submission thing is still active, but I thought I might as well post what I've done so far anyway. [spoiler] ***FOTCTerm 402.17 (remote override)*** <Unauthorized access-alarm 273-> <Security Breached 50-h<381.7.501.754>-> Vrax and the other dregs were scouring the alien ruins for salvage once more, at the behest of Kivlik, Zeiopht Subjugator, though Vrax knew sifting through the detritus would be fruitless. If the structure had been picked over once, it had been picked over five score times. He hissed his displeasure at the tedium and the hopelessness of the effort. Vrax, however, would not dare to go against orders, even foolish ones. He was but a dreg, and he had heard the desperation creeping into Kivlik’s utterances. The captain’s worry was understandable, for it had been many cycles since his flock had brought back appropriate tribute to the House; tribute which was becoming increasingly hard to come by on this barren moon. Vrax and the rest had all heard the ugly rumors that were beginning to circulate. If Kivlik, Zeiopht Subjugator, did not remedy his delinquency in the matter with haste, his reputation within the House would be irrevocably stained, and Vrax and the others would bear the brunt of their captain’s wrath. The dregs finished the sweep of the ruins with little to show for their efforts and stepped out into the gray, desolate wastes of the human homeworld’s moon. They quickly arrayed themselves in a respectable formation to report their findings to the captain. Kivlik approached, escorted by two of his vandals, but before he could address the dregs a bright light streaked across the stars and, several seconds later, the faint sound of the object’s impact was heard in the distance. Kivlik, elated by the prospect of salvage, sprang into action, postponing the report and ordering his flock to mount their pikes and head for the crash site at once. *** Rafe found himself facing downwards, ensnared by a safety harness in the dark confines of a cramped escape pod. The pitch black interior of the pod was periodically illuminated by the strong red glow of a warning light. Gaining awareness, he discerned the pod’s entry hatch below him in the pulsing darkness. He touched a tongue that felt like sandpaper to his cracked lips, and then stretched his sore limbs to the extent that he could in the pod. His whole body ached from the hard landing. After orienting himself, he swung his legs down and gave the hatch two solid kicks until the hinges and lock wrenched free, and watched as it plummeted several meters down into soft lunar dust, forming a billowing silver-gray cloud. The pod was jutting from the wall of a large crater, with only the nose embedded in the crumbling moon rock. Rafe felt its delicate balance shift now that the hatch was gone. He quickly tore away the harness and dropped out of the pod, falling a dozen meters in the low gravity and landing on his side in the stirred up dust. Losing no time, he rose to his feet and moved out of the way as the pod worked itself loose and followed him down into the crater. Once out of immediate danger, the Guardian paused a moment to reflect on his situation, though memories were coming only in fragments. He felt a sharp pain in his side, and looked down to see a fairly recent puncture in his suit [a swift movement/ gleaming arc/ piercing agony] where someone had slid a knife between his ribs. He felt a dull throb from the back of his skull [legs swept out from under/ a hard fall], along with other aches in the rest of his body. He had been taken by surprise… betrayed… by another Guardian [cloak of midnight]. Why? The Hunter had wanted something [information], wanted it badly enough to play dirty. The bastard hadn’t finished him while he had the chance, though [his mistake], just jettisoned him in an escape pod, it would seem. A bolt of energy shot past Rafe’s helmet, interrupting his reverie, and he instantaneously dived to get the pod between him and his assailant. Quickly looking around the edge, he caught sight of the glow from a spider pirate’s rifle as it charged for the next shot up on the rim of the crater. Pulling back and noticing that the hatch was on his side of the pod, Rafe glanced around the interior and saw that his pistol had been thrown in with him. He reached in and grabbed it, checking the cylinder and the scope. It was the .45 Magnum, Mega Class that he’d built himself with parts salvaged from the Misriah ruins. Some would call it an antique, and rightly so, but it was an easy to maintain, reliable, and powerful hand cannon. Magnum MCs were the [i]ne plus ultra[/i] of sidearms at the dawn of the Golden Age and, surprisingly, could still hold their own against modern revolvers like the Duke or the Rambler. The Magnum was fairly accurate too, but it was useless on the Fallen several hundred meters away. There wasn’t any cover at the bottom of the crater Rafe could use to advance on the sniper’s position, either. The best option was to sit and wait- the Fallen would eventually come down to investigate, and he could take them on at close quarters then. Climbing inside the pod, he took a seat and leveled the .45 at the door. *** It had been a lengthy period of time since Yij took a shot at the Guardian and missed, sending it scurrying behind the scorched hulk of the escape pod. Kivlik, who had been pacing along the crater rim, waiting for the alien to reappear, finally decided to send three of his flock down to flush it out: the vandal Yij, so that he could reclaim his honor; and two dregs to accompany him. Yij, Vrax and Nekis mounted their pikes and eased them down the sloping wall of the crater, gunning the engines when they reached the bottom. A lone Guardian who was still recovering from a crash would be an easy take, they believed, and the deed would bring them into Kivlik’s good graces. Thirty meters out from the wreck they slowed their pikes to a halt and continued, cautious yet excited, on foot. Kivlik was watching the scene unfold from his vantage point on the crater rim with the rest of his flock. He saw Yij direct the dregs around either side of the pod, and as soon as one of them disappeared behind it to check inside, he reappeared instantaneously, blown back in the low gravity in a splatter of blood. The second dreg rushed the pod and met a similar fate. Yij, who had been holding his position a short distance from the pod, didn’t even have time to react as the Guardian emerged from its cover and blew off his head. The altercation, which lasted less than ten seconds, stunned the rest of the Fallen long enough so that the Guardian was already halfway to one of the pikes before the remaining vandals opened fire. The Guardian made it to a pike in spite of their enfilade, however, and raced toward their position. Kivlik halted firing and ordered his flock to assume defensive stances. *** The spider pirates really made it too easy, with their constant chittering and hissing. They didn’t seem to understand the concept of stealth. As soon as he had dispatched the first three, Rafe dashed for one of their pikes, a round grazing his shoulder before he mounted one and made for the rest of the aliens on the crater rim. As the pike raced towards his assailants, Rafe deftly swapped a new cylinder into the magnum and cocked the hammer. Dust swirled into the lunar atmosphere as the spider pirates’ shots narrowly missed him, until it abruptly stopped as he closed on their position. When he reached the crater side he angled the pike to ease the ascent, shot up over the rim, braked hard as he fell, and turned it around to face the spider pirates. The few shots they did get off were all deflected by the nose of the pike, and he let them have it with the speeder’s cannons before hopping off and jamming the accelerator forward. As the pike reached his foes, Rafe placed a few well aimed shots into its fuel tank. Though standing several meters away, the explosion still knocked him off the ground in the low gravity. The Guardian was halfway to his feet when he heard the screech of the Fallen commander as it flew towards him in a fury. Rafe found himself on his back a second time, but now with the snarling, ugly son of a bitch on top of him. Half of it’s face was a charred mess, and the butt of the .45 connected with that tender spot in a split second. As the alien drew back in agony, Rafe emptied his pistol into it’s chest, but armor plating stopped the rounds short. <Spurious Interrupt- Breach Disabled> <Countermand A1*Y3*L2*G7- Cycle Security Protocol 50-h<381.7.501.754>-> <logical reset error> <Further Access Denied> [/spoiler] Still a work in progress. And... it's kind of longer than I thought it was. Sorry about that.

[b][u]IMPORTANT: PLEASE READ[/u][/b] The deadline for submissions to [i]this[/i] book has come and gone. To those who made it; good job: to those who didn't; better luck next time. [b][u]EDIT:[/u][/b] The final product is available at the link below. http://www.hddispatch.net/become-legend-available-now/

I was once an international race car driver. But one day a stroller came onto the track, I swerved and the baby was fine. [spoiler]I WAS THAT BABY[/spoiler]

In honor of Bungie's favorite number, I have decided to make this my last story. Sadly, it is not finished but anyone can finish it if they like. I just want to thank Destiny Despatch for the awesome opportunity to engage in this project. My writing has definitely improved and my confidence has gotten a boost. [spoiler]Story inspired by the picture above. Here is the original outline I had: A guardian wakes up in a place called The Void( kinda like Purgatory). There, the guardian meets with his died father. The two are distant because the father left his legacy to his son, who never wanted it in the first place. The embodiment of the Traveler appears and unlocks a special power hidden within the guardian. The Traveler then explains that he is destined to do[insert destiny here]. The father then gives him his legendary hand cannon and the guardian walks through the gated arch.[/spoiler] [spoiler][b]Story has not been proof read[/b] He woke up in a field, as suggested by the open spacing. Only, things weren't so green we he looked around. The land was barren, deprived of all it's color and replaced with dark oranges and brown. The dust flew wildly with the winds that blew the large storm clouds. The land was vast and empty, giving him the illusion that there was nothing out there. He stood up and allowed his legs to work on there own, walking straight in an endless direction. Time itself seemed to slow down around him as continued to walk. Despite his surroundings, he eyes singled in on a faint blur in he distance. He walked towards the object without haste and reached the it, even with his dissolving strength. The sight was not what he expect to see. He was surrounded by dying trees, completely drained of life and lacking leave. A couple of dry bushes rattled in the wind, they too depleted of health. What stood in front of him was a large arch that appeared to be rotting. Chunks of arid bricks were missing from the structure. A rusted metal gate blocked him from going under the arch; even though he could just go around the side. As the breeze danced his hair, he spun around. Something in his gut told him to wait there at that spot for hopes that something or someone would rescue him. But help was nowhere in site and nothing would be for hours. He was ready to accept his fate that he couldn't do anything. He lost himself while staring at the mystic arch until a flicker of light caught his attention. He turned and was surprised to see a man standing next to him. He was almost transparent and a faint bluish glow enveloped him. A noticeable scar aligned itself horizontally on his left cheek. His smile felt conformable to him, who had lost almost all hope. Even if the man was an illusion, he glad to at least see something living. "Your facial expression displays confusion. You mind is telling you that I look familiar." he spoke calmly. He scowled slightly. "Why would I not recognize my own father?" "Well, why don't you tell me?" he questioned. "I have my reasons. Where am I?" he asked. "The Void, my son." a third voice chimed in. He turn to see another figure next to him, only the person was apparition. He could see no definitive characteristics, expect for he slender appearance. The wisps of his vapor like figure slowly cascaded down to the barren ground below him. "And who might you be?" he asked "I am the one you people call The Traveler." the figure responded.[/spoiler] I can't wait to read the final product :D

Just wondering, what is the deadline for submissions? I have this short piece: [spoiler][b][u]Dream for Me:[/u][/b] Kappa stared at the clothe in his hands, but did not truly see it. It was heavy, thick and dyed a deep burgundy. It would be his outer layer over a light suit of combat armor, but more importantly for him at the moment, it had been a gift. A parting gift. He looked up from the robe, suddenly noticing every detail of his room as he had not in many years. It was sparse, spartan even. The room was square and of generous size, nine paces from one wall to the next. Over the plain metal slab he sat on, the night city lights peeked in through the window. An antique wooden desk with a monitor built into it dominated one side of the room. Above it a small shelf showcased five books, each a treasure. Nobody had physical books unless they were willing to pay a small fortune or venture out beyond the wall. The soft green carpet and the landscape painting of a vermillion field under a violet sky at sunset on the wall opposite his desk were opulent indulgences forced upon him by his host, who hated to see him live in such a dreary place. He appreciated the gesture, but found it unnecessary. His mechanical body required few amenities. "Kappa! Kappa!" His chamber door slid open with hiss. Kappa stood, his servo joints whirring to support his metal chassis. A tiny wiry frame was silhouetted in the light of the hall, heaving breathlessly. "Kappa!" He caught her shoulders as she rushed to him and kneeled down to her level. "There now, I am here, what is wrong?" His voice grated metallically despite his attempts to use warm tones. Many children would have fled, but this one had heard it all her life. "It is late, Nadezhda, you should be in bed." "Mama said you're leaving!" Nadezhda's brow was furrowed in distress and her lips pressed into a frown that threatened to turn into a sob. "Are you leaving Kappa?" "I am." Kappa immediately regretted being so blunt, because the tears started flowing. The little girl wrapped her arms around his neck and began sniffling into his neck. It couldn't have been very comfortable, as there was nothing there but hard cold metal. He placed a comforting hand on her back. "Why!?" "...I will explain." He told her after a moment of thought. "But first, let's get you to bed." She only sniffled more as he scooped her up, but did not protest. The contrast between his room and the rest of the house could not have been more evident when he stepped out into the hall. The carpeting was the same, but the walls were covered with portraits, landscapes and abstracts from a dozen acclaimed artists. The way was lit by crystalline chandeliers. The most valuable items lay in glass cases set along the wall at odd intervals, relics of the Golden Age. The Sokolovs had begun as treasure hunters and become wealthy merchants later, but they prized the old memories of daring and discovery. Kappa carried his little charge into the wide entrance hall, then up the stairs and to the first door on the left. His clanking footfalls were muffled by the thick carpet. Nadezhda's room was dominated by a four poster bed and strewn with stuffed animals, but also with model ships and toy soldiers. Her latest forays into art were pinned along the walls with notes of encouragement from her parents. The window at the head of her bed provided a splendid view of the cityscape. "Why can't you stay?" She asked again as Kappa helped her get under the covers. He considered her for a moment, considered telling her the secret. What harm could it do? "Nadezhda, in a matter of months the City is going to change." He told her as he sat down on the edge of the fluffy mattress. "So?" She pouted. "Perhaps you've heard it from your parents, or perhaps your friends, but there is excitement in the City. People murmur about expanding beyond the wall, reclaiming the old world. Officially, there has been no decision, but behind closed doors it is a forgone conclusion. It will happen." The girl's eyes had grown wide. She had grown up on tales of the Golden Age and eventual reclamation. Now it was finally happening. "Really? Are they going as far as the old cities? Like, um,". She struggled to recall her studies. "Chicago?" "To the moon and beyond," He told her playfully. "But why do [i]you[/i] have to go?" "...Nadezhda, do you know the story of how I first came to your family?" "What's that got to do with anything!?" A low chittering sound came from Kappa that passed for a chuckle. He tucked the blanket up to her chin. "Your great-great-grandfather found me wandering beyond the wall during a scavenging mission." He explained. "He took me in, gave me a place and purpose. I watched his children grow up and have children of their own, and their children after that, but I have no memory before rebooting in that ruin." He tilted his head at her. "Do you understand? That is why I go to the Tower now. There are things I wish to know..." "But I don't want you to! I'll miss you..." She pouted again and he gave a sound that passed for a sigh. "And I will miss you, but I will still visit. You can still send me messages." She was not quite cheered by that, but seemed a little less miserable. "It won't be the same..." "Hmmm..." An idea occurred to him. If Kappa could smile, he would have. "Nadezhda, I have an important mission for you while I'm gone." "Huh?" Nadezhda perked up, curious. "When you write to me, tell me about your dreams." He told her calmly. "What? Why?" "Not long after we first met, I asked your great-great-grandfather what dreams were." Kappa reached over and petted her hair lightly with his metal hand. "I am an Exo. I do not dream you see. He was at such a loss to explain, so he started telling me about his own dreams. A tradition kept between us for many years. I have grown to miss it terribly." "My dreams aren't so special," Nadezhda wrinkled her nose at the idea. "All dreams are fascinating for one that never dreams at all," Kappa chuckled again. "Can you do that for me? Dream for me?" The girl's face hardened in determination. "Yeah, I can do that." "Excellent. Now, shall I read you a bedtime story?" "I don't need bedtime stories anymore." Nadezhda folded her arms under the covers and stuck her chin in the air to reinforce her maturity. Kappa just kept chuckling as he removed himself from the bed and moved to the door. "Good night Kappa!" She said as she nestled herself in the covers. The Exo turned off the lights and turned at the door. "Good night, little one. Be brave, and so will I."[/spoiler] But I hope to incorporate it into something a bit longer I've just started writing about one of his first missions as a Guardian beyond the wall as a prologue. Also, how do submissions work? Do I just post it here or send it somewhere?

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"Awe Struck" part three. [spoiler]Moe opened his eyes and saw an armored boot holding a thin piece of metal to the floor as if it was trying to crush it then he looked up and saw Georgia focusing out the front window; he climbed back into the passenger seat, massaging his helmet as he did so. “I’d appreciate a warning next time.” He said with a groan. Georgia ignored him as she shifted the truck into high gear in an attempt to outrun the dust cloud from the collapsing building. Finally fed up with the gore on his visor Moe removed his helmet and exposed the fiery red hair beneath, he shook his head to remove the kinks in his neck. The dust cloud was gaining on them as the third Fallen pike descended from the remains of a building high above the vehicle; it landed on the roof with a loud metallic clank. “What was that?” Moe asked and looked at the ceiling. “Hitchhiker; your choice, drive or gun.” Georgia told him as she looked at the mirror outside the door. “I can’t drive stick.” “Then get on the roof.” While Moe regretted never learning to use forgotten technology the Fallen Vandal had dismounted his pike and was walking towards the cab with its rifle ready. Wind whipped at Moe cape as he balanced himself on the cab, pistol in hand. The Vandal raised its gun and took aim for the Hunter’s head; Moe did the same. “Get down!” Georgia shouted from within the cab. Without questioning Moe dropped his body to the roof and looked up to see the Vandal’s face impacting a low bridge. “Whoa!” “Cold Shoulder to High Roller; what’s the weather like over where you’re at?” The radio chirped. Georgia looked up into the sky and saw dark clouds swirling around the high rises. “Well looks like a storm’s brewing.” She told the radio. “Base just got hit by a freak blizzard and we’re covered in roughly a foot of snow… and now we’ve got Fallen.” “On my way.” Georgia said as Moe climbed back into the cab. “Where?” He asked. “Zulu Sierra, maybe get into a snowball fight with some Fallen.” Moe smiled at the thought and quickly buckled himself as Georgia accelerated the monster even more. He looked behind them and found that the dust cloud had ceased its advance and fell to the street, his gaze shifted to the white flakes peppering the windshield before the truck’s wipers whisked them away. Georgia looked at him with a questioning guise hidden behind her helmet as he followed the motion with undue interest. “You okay?” She asked. “…Huh what?” He continued to watch the window as it filled with snow. She nodded in a questioning manner and returned her attention outside, a vehicle hidden by the snow ahead of them seemed like it would be an issue so Georgia attempted to alter the truck’s course but the road conditions would not allow the truck to avoid the obstacle. The hidden vehicle acted like a ramp for the truck’s driver’s side and resulted in that half facing the sky while the other side bared the full weight and ground to a halt three blocks from Zulu Sierra. “You alive?” Georgia asked Moe as she unbuckled herself and fell to the passenger side, on top of Moe. “Fine.” He groaned and tried to get out from beneath her. “High Roller, Cold Shoulder here, did you just wreck?” Georgia reached up and grabbed the radio. “Yeah, I’m going to need some help.” “Could you get off me first?” Moe asked. She stood up and climbed to the driver’s side door as Moe lifted himself from the ground. The door opened with relative ease and Georgia climbed out with the heavy LMG on her back before turning around and hauling Moe outside the truck. “Three blocks that way.” She told him while pointing toward the meeting point. “Think you can run it?” “I’ve been shot at, nearly run over, knocked out, came this close to being splattered on the overpass, crushed, and I think you might’ve dislocated my shoulder just now; so no I can’t run.” Georgia only added to his list of injuries after pushing him off the truck and onto the snowy road below. She jumped down beside him and readied her gun as he dug himself free. “Come on before the Fallen find us.” Moe begrudgingly accepted and ran after her as fast as his perceived injuries would allow, but ran into her back when a Fallen Captain stepped onto the road before them. The creature raised a sword and more Fallen appeared from snow drifts to surround the pair. Georgia took aim at the Captain when a transmission filled her helmet. “Three awesome guns, two incredible powers, one quirky ghost; a simple Warlock? No, I am the [i]wizard of blizzard[/i] mwah ha ha ha!” The voice laughed as a flurry of snowballs fell from the heavens and hit the Fallen troops; each one exploded like a miniature stun grenade and blinded the aliens long enough for Georgia to finish them off. The storm let up just enough for Moe to see a Warlock standing on a balcony above them with, her armor was colored in a mixture of gray, white, and black. He waved his thanks to her and she returned the motion before gliding down to meet them. “Show off.” Georgia said and grabbed the Warlock’s hand, then pulled her into a quick embrace. “Just had to impress the local right?” They stepped apart and turned to look at Moe, who was staring at the pair with a shocked expression. “I’m Onnabell McMillians, what’s your name bud?” The Warlock asked. Moe did not answer; instead he simply continued to stare. “Can he talk?” She whispered to Georgia. “Yeah, he’s just a little awe struck.” She responded. [/spoiler]

I'll give this a go: [spoiler][b]Europa, March 8 2437, The Collapse[/b] [i]I write this letter with what's left of my time, and my life, on this god-forsaken moon. To whomever finds this letter, I rest upon you the hopes and dreams of my comrades and of myself. Tonight we will die, fighting to give our civilization a chance to survive our inevitable downfall. May God save our souls. As our story comes to an end however, and our names forever sealed in lore and legend, I believe, in time, a new story shall be written. A story of a brave knight in shining armor, saving their kingdom from a great evil. A story where they too, will become legend. Your story.. I have little time left. I leave you with my prized weapon, my rifle: Legacy, and with our hopes and dreams that you may one day help our civilization rise to its former glory. May Legacy serve you well as it has with generations past. Signed Commander J. Tobias Norfleet[/i] A loud explosion was heard near the courtyard. "Sir, the enemy has breached the front gate. Fire teams 1 and 2 are both compromised.." "Damn, I thought we'd have more time,Fire team 3's status?" "captured" Rumbling near the entrance door could be heard. I take a deep breath. "It's our time" I walked toward the door, my friend followed. The door explodes. We charge, guns blazing With a smirk, he asks: "Where's your [i]Legacy[/i]?. I smile, one last time. "[i]Our Legacy[/i] is now in the hands of fate and [i]Destiny[/i]." [/spoiler]