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Retrospective - Chapter 1 (Destiny 2 Fanfic)

Enkidu materialized into the still quiet of the early morning. The small ghost in his black and gold shell hovered over the curled form of his guardian as the first fingers of dawn pushed their way across the cloud strewn sky of winter. He bobbed gently in the air, turning to peer again through the narrow window of Mira’s cramped and cluttered hideout within the ruins of the old Tower. His robotic eye blinked, watching the thin strip of sky above the flowing lights and skyscrapers of the Last City. That view had long been filled by the Traveller, a small slice of enigmatic divinity. It had hung there, the being that had breathed life into him as it died, so he could breathe life into her. Now there was just the foreboding gray of the winter clouds, nearly smothering the light of dawn, but not completely.

He returned back down to Mira, gently nestling into the cradle of her body where she curled, breathing deep and evenly in sleep. She looked much the same as the first day they met; her dark hair a touch longer, some new scars peeking from beneath the heavy coat she was sleeping under, but there was the same careworn face cast in dusky blue, a slight frown that even rest could not dispel.

They had spent nine years together, nine years of adventure turned to unending warfare, of existential threats encountered, opposed, defeated. Gods fell beneath her gun, but friends had fallen along the way too, lost opposing the darkness. The Witness. For all that guardians had the capacity to defy fate, they could not deny death. Mira had been dealing death out with an efficacy that appalled even Enkidu at times. She’d been killing since nearly the moment she had been standing reborn as a guardian of the light. There had been danger of course, threats to their safety that required violence to even allow Mira to survive her first days, let alone get back to the City. Thinking back on it as she shifted around him, something clicked against his shell. He didn't have to glance down to know she was sleeping with her sword tucked between her knees. It was a practice that went back to those early days.

He wished he couldn't count the number of nights they had spent hiding from Fallen and Hive trying to escape old Russia, he could practically fill a calendar with them. Back then she would sleep only when he asked her to, and only if he was present keeping watch. He had told her he was always with her- even when she couldn't see him. It was true: he could act as her comms and see and hear through her eyes and ears. But she liked being able to hold him, or have him bump into her; those little reminders she wasn't alone. Mira was quiet, he supposed it came with what made her a good hunter, but in the beginning she had been almost hollow, machine-like. Not that she was an Exo, she just had a sort of cold flatness to her that shook him from time to time. Given her stoicism in the early days, it had taken Enkidu too long to learn that something was wrong. It had taken him too long to realize she was in pain. Enkidu knew his guardian was hurting still . She had been hurting since the day he had awoken her. It was a wound he didn't know how to fix.

Day: 5

Chapter 1: We Two Are One

The fire snapped, a shower of sparks jumping into the air and Mira tensed, pulling her rifle close, half ready to dodge roll out of the bombed out section of a parking garage she was taking shelter in and begin running again. Her gaze was sharp and haunted as she peered into the darkness through the scope of her weapon, silent and as still as possible. The moment passed into a minute, and still she was peering, watching, looking, finger on the trigger.

Enkidu piped up from his place in her hood, “You can relax- I haven’t heard any Fallen comms chatter for days now, and the hive magic readings have dwindled to nearly nothing since this morning. You can rest.”

“Yeah.” she didn’t move, eyes trained through the scope.

“Mira,” Enkidu said, as gently as he could while remaining firm, “please rest. You’ll need it for tomorrow.”

“I know…” she sat back heavily against the rust pitted metal of a broken down old van, the gun pulled across her chest tightly as she huddled down.

“Tell me about it again,” she said, her gaze lost somewhere in the dwindling flames, “Tell me about the Last City. The… Guardians, and their Tower.”

He was happy to do it, his small synthetic voice cutting away at the silence, telling her of the hope that lay ahead. He told her of the Traveler, a silent god that died in the wake of pushing back an all consuming darkness, and whom simultaneously chose to send the ghosts out to humanity with the vestiges of it's light, to kindle that hope that persisted. He told her of the vanguard. He told her of his many years searching for her. The fire burned down and she curled into the trunk space of the van, a tighter space to sleep in. It made her feel secure he supposed.

“Did you always know it would be me?” She said around a yawn.

“Yes and no,” Enkidu returned gently, “I didn’t know you would be you. But I knew that I would resonate with you. I always knew you’d be like no one else.”

“Mm.” He thought he could hear the smile in her voice.

“I searched for you for such a long time… I was worried. I thought… I thought I wouldn’t find you.”

“Mm”

“Mira?”

“Mmhm”

“I’m with you now.”

She groped blindly behind her, fishing the small angular ghost out of her hood as she leaned against the nearly weathered away seat backs, and promptly fell asleep with him tucked to her chest.

“Mira.”

“Mmph...”

She barely felt as though she’d slept before she was jolted awake by Enkidu’s voice. “Mira, wake up! Wake up right-”

An explosion rocked the garage, sending dust and rust sheeting down on her as she scrambled to wakefulness. Enkidu dematerialized, still speaking into her mind,

“Fallen raiding party,” he said, “Probably chasing you. There's not much out here for them to scavenge.” “Probably didn't appreciate the bullet I put into Karrhis’ skull.” she said as she pulled on her helmet, and drew her hood up and gathered her rifle. “I have mapped a possible exit, can you run?”

She nodded. Fallen chatter and scuttling steps were getting closer, fast.

“They're here, Go!” She exploded from her hiding place in the van to the sound of a shrapnel launcher turning the rusted heap of a vehicle into slag. She fired blindly back towards the source of the shots. Heard a gratifying howl as she pierced shields. She sprinted up the collapsed concrete to the top level of the garage, paused to gauge direction. “West, into the trees! Watch for the skiff!” Enkindu urged

She took off, arc bolts flying by her as the Dregs made the roof. She spun, squeezed the trigger twice, two bodies fell in an explosion of ether one after the other. Still others were coming, filing behind cover to take pot shots, she could feel the impacts sizzling in her shields, draining the energy cells. The edge of the rooftop loomed; beyond it, naught but the tops of the pine forest that had overtaken this town; cover, an escape. She lept, and poured solar light into her hands, focusing her fury into the hand-cannon, into bolts of pure concentrated star fire. She illuminated the early morning in a blaze of light, blasting off shot after shot as she spun to face her attackers mid air. They burst into columns of super heated ash, igniting and burning each other away. As the assault party burned into wayward dust, her solar light faded. As she began to fall, she concentrated on landing without breaking an ankle. It would take time until she could gather her light that strongly again, and she couldn't afford to be slowed by anything, least of all-

A glint through the trees. “NO!” yelled Enkidu The bolt from the wire rifle took her through the neck moments before her feet met the ground with bone shattering force. She was dead before her head impacted the ground, yards from where her body lay. But death couldn't stop a Guardian.

Enkidu materialized, and expanded, his shell emanating the restorative light of the Traveler. “I’m with you now,” he said again, “ I'm not letting you go.”

Day 3,321

“You’ve been awfully quiet this morning,”Mira said, glancing up at Enkidu over the dust mask she wore as she repainted her new set of armor. Again. “Something on your mind?” She asked, when he didn't answer right away.

She had taken the morning to tidy her living quarters, dismantling some old weapons and armor into usable components, and had reassembled some of her usual gear into new configurations, testing efficacy, chatting with him about the potential synergies of certain applications of her abilities and the modifications she was testing in her armor. “Not much,” he started, spinning his shell playfully to disguise his low mood. She cocked an eyebrow at him, watching him carefully.

“Just thinking,” he admitted, “ that you've changed.” “Mm?” She glanced at him and sat back, pulling the mask down around her neck and skewing her legs into a tight pretzel, holding her ankles as she looked up at him with faintly glowing golden eyes, “how so?”

Enkidu floated to eye level, and bobbled up and down, separating from his shell slightly- his version of a shrug, “I'm not sure I guess. I was considering it…You're warmer?” “Warmer?” The brow raised again, but her lips quirked too. The shoulders she’d drawn in around her ears relaxed. “I don't know!”

She laughed and gently poked him, “Well tell me when you figure it out, alright?”

“Of course,” He said, floating up as she started shaking paint cans again, eyeing the white and gold chest armor she’d been working on. There it was again, he noticed, as her smile fell and the mask returned to cover her nose and mouth. The tightness around her eyes, something she couldn't shake.

“That's right!” he said. “You figured it out that fast?”

“What- no. Actually, Han and Dusty are back in town,”Enkidu continued, “Ches contacted me. They want to see you.” “No way, really?” She perked up, “It's been ages! Once I finish this we should go find them.”

“You got it, I’ll let them know we’ll see them soon.” He settled into the little nest she had made him on a shelf nearby and watched as she put up her hair, a purposeful gleam in her eyes as she began to paint again.

* * *

“Yo!”

Most of the day had passed by the time Mira had finished reorganizing and crafting her new looks. Still, she chose her familiar red and black armor and cloak and grabbed the rifle that had scarcely left her hands since she’d pulled it from the Egregore aboard the Glykon.

The clouds above the wall had taken on an brilliant orange color, as the light of the setting sun painted them in fiery hue, and Mira sauntered up the stairs past the hanger and rounded the corner into the main plaza and transmat hub. Here, Guardians and ghosts hurried about on errands: interacting with frames, collecting packages from the postmaster or checking Eva’s stock. Rahool was lecturing a gaggle of New Lights on the intricacies of decryption, Banshee was fiddling with Telesto, again. Mira slid past it all like a shadow accented in crimson, head swiveling, until a familiar tinny voice pulled her gaze and she hustled through the crowd toward it. She burst from the throng and lept, laughing, into the arms of a massive Exo clad in highly worn green and orange armor. “Dusty! Holy shit man, I thought you beefed it a long time ago!” She said “I could say the same for you, bird brain,” he laughed, setting her down and tugging at the beak of her helmet’s faceplate, “Still sporting this old thing?”

“ You're the one who said ‘If it ain't broke…,’” her grin was audible through the mask.

A hand clapped her shoulder, and she turned to see the horned helm of Dullahan-12 looming over her, with Chester floating along behind the huge Titan. “Yo!” she said. “Yo,” he said before folding her into a tight hug.

“My… ribs” She gasped in jest but she wrapped her arms round him too and lifted him nearly off his feet.

“It's good to see you, Mira, Kidu,” Dullahan said as she set him down

“You too Han, and I see you back there Ches, You keeping these guys out of trouble?” Mira said, peering past Han’s pauldrons.

“Unsuccessfully, but I soldier on.” came the prim voice of Dullahan’s ghost.

“Keep at it, they may even listen one day.” She laughed, and returned to the two titans, “Well fuck guys, it's been a minute.” “It certainly has,” said Dusty, “Drinks? Rumor out in the wilds is Drifter set up a bar on the HELM?” “You aint seen it? Either of you?”

They shook their heads.

“Been a long time since we were back this way,” Dullahan said. “Then let's go, I’ll cover first round.” She said grabbing

“Aw you're not gonna treat us all night?” Dusty pouted. “I know how much you two can drink, absolutely not.” Mira said, bumping him with her shoulder, or rather bouncing off of his. “We can take my ship.” Han said

“Or mine!” said Dusty

“Dusty, If I never climb into that rust bucket you claim to be a ship again, it will still be too soon.” Han said, “we can take my ship.” “Don't insult the Interceptor like that! I've solved the fuel line problem mostly! It wont blow up again!... Probably.” he said defensively

Mira wheezed, “it’s really been too long.” Soon enough they were racing above the skyline in Dullahan's ship, taking in the view of the Last City as they ascended to orbit and shortly thereafter docked with the HELM. They soon found themselves around one end of the bar set up, chatting in the blue light of the aquarium dominating the chamber as Mira pointed out which fish she had caught to add to the collection. There was a gentle buzz of commotion here, Guardians, Awoken, Eliksni and Cabal all stationed on the HELM used this place to unwind, or access the portal to Titan — Though with Ahsa safe and in an extended recovery period, there had been little reason to dive into the methane seas other than for patrols or to study Oryx’s corpse.

“Sounds like a lot has been going on,” Dullahan said, adjusting the umbrella in his glass before sipping through the straw.

“It has been, it just doesn't stop. There's always some new fuckhead that's lived for eons beyond eons I need to put a bullet into! And they’re chipping away at us. I don't know. Things came… too close on Neomuna.” She scrubbed the back of her head and tipped her drink into her mouth. Letting the ice clink against her teeth as she drained a gin and tonic, she emancipated a small chip of ice to chew between her molars contemplatively, before sighing and returning her glass to the coaster on the bar, making sure she placed it precisely back on the ring of condensation left there already.

“ It feels like I used to have a better grasp of who our enemies were.” She continued.

“Alien. Monstrous. Not… people. Not like us. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we’ve found commonality with them, we need allies and it's important to know some enemies can become friends,” Dusty said, gaze drifting to where a small gaggle of Eliksni had dragged Crow through the door and were encouraging him to sit and relax for a moment - a nigh impossible task, “Some of them are even good friends! But I can't deny it makes the battle lines a whole lot messier.”

“Yeah. I mean, remember the days of delving into the Hellmouth? The Pit? I mean it was scary as shit then but it was exciting? And looking back at it, those days of exploring, of seeking new weapons and armor, even heading back to Europa to find where you both came from - that was the first time I really took joy in being a Guardian- and we were disobeying the Vanguard’s directives! I don't know… everything feels different now and the same all at once. And Im-” She caught herself.

“You’re…?”Han prompted

She shook her head, and turned to wave down the Frame tending the bar for a refill. Dusty raised a metallic brow at Han, who shrugged.

“It feels like we’re coming to the end…” She said quietly, more to her glass than either of her companions, “and I'm not sure if we’ll survive what the Witness has planned- but if we do… I’m not sure what I’ll be afterwards. On Neomuna I, well…” The words dried up.

The two of them hadn't talked about it; she didn't know if he knew, or if he would forgive her.

Sacrifice. Sacrifice was part of being a Guardian. Sacrifice meant accepting pain and loss so others did not have to. She had always been okay with that, until the sacrifice was no longer hers to make. She could have stopped the Witness from reaching the Veil, stopped it from breaching the Traveler, albeit temporarily. She would have slowed it down, held it back. Given the Coalition more time to mount a defense. And all she had had to do was kill Enkidu as the Witness piloted him towards the Veil.

The rifle had been in her hands before she knew it, her ghost in her sights. It would be simple to squeeze the trigger. So simple to end the life of her closest friend, her other half, her grace, her soul. The Witness dragged Enkidu higher and higher into the Veil, connected to the Traveler, and she- she couldn't shoot, couldn't speak, couldn't call him back to her.

It was Nimbus who dragged her ghost away, with the same dramatic flair they brought to life. And when he bobbed back into the air, safe and himself, Enkidu looked to her and the gun in her hands burned like sin. She’d looked away, unable to face him, and made the call to Zavala. They’d lost.

Mira didn't know what to say to her ghost. She’d felt him there, watching her quietly for weeks now. She knew he was hurting. She knew it was her fault. She had created a rift between them, and it was something she didn't know how to fix.

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gsirvitor · 8 months

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Can you lore dump Destiny and Destiny 2 for me please? I haven't played it, and all I remember is "the wizard came from the moon" and "feel free to kill yourself" (<-actually a raw and badass line in context).

Also, do you think it was worth it for Bunjee to give up Halo and pursue this other thing? I don't really count 343 as canon, personally.

Destiny is a game series about paracausal powers that may have shaped reality as we know it, each culture calls them something different the Light and the Dark as they are known to humanity, the sky and the deep as they are known to the Hive and so on.

Destiny 1

Main story

Destiny 1 began with you waking up in the cosmodrome, Russia, no memories, your only company is a small flying machine that calls itself a ghost, it tasks you with finding a weapon and a means to get out of the region as the cosmodrome is fallen territory.

As you work your way through the cosmodrome you notice that everything is old, rusted and laying ruined by some unknown calamity or war, you assume these fallen must be responsible, your ghost tells you that humanity now only exists beneath the shadow of a massive spherical machine known as the Traveler.

Your goal is to reach the last city, join the Vanguard's forces and find your destiny by defending humanity against the forces of the Darkness, you are a Guardian, Humanity's last and greatest Hope.

You are told by the Speaker, a figure in the last city, that humanity was chosen by the Traveler, a great machine that was found by humanity on Mars, the first manned mission to Mars encountered it as it was terraforming the red planet using the Light, what would have taken Humanity centuries to do took the Traveler mere days, as the astronauts stood in awe, rain fell and they removed their helmets.

Humanity was raised technologically by the Traveler, blessed with the gift of the Light, this Golden Age lasted for an unknown period of time and was abruptly brought to an end by the Darkness, this is known as the collapse.

Apparently the fallen aren't the species that caused the collapse, they are mere scavengers, picking at the bones of Humanity's great civilization.

During this Golden Age humanity created a race known as the Exo's, machines implanted with the minds of people, they are considered as human as you or me, they can eat, feel love and breathe.

We also find out that those caught in the wake of the collapse, on the edge of Light and Dark, were altered, becoming what are known as the Awoken, another race of humanity, they mainly live in the Reef, an artificial area most likely within the Kuiper belt.

The Speaker then tells us that the Traveler sacrificed itself for Humanity, preventing our extinction during the collapse, and in its last moments, before going silent above earth, it released the Ghosts, artificial intelligences designed to raise the dead to wield the Light.

The dead BTW aren't just corpses from the collapse, or those who recently died, some have been resurrected from ancient eras in human history, such as the actual Gilgamesh and an Egyptian Pharoah.

SPEAKER: You must have no end of questions, Guardian. In its dying breath, The Traveler created the Ghosts to seek out those who can wield its Light as a weapon--Guardians--to protect us and do what the Traveler itself no longer can.

GUARDIAN: What happened to it?

THE SPEAKER: I could tell you of the great battle centuries ago, how the Traveler was crippled. I could tell you of the power of The Darkness, its ancient enemy. There are many tales told throughout the City to frighten children. Lately, those tales have stopped. Now... the children are frightened anyway. The Darkness is coming back. We will not survive it this time.

GHOST: Its armies surround us. The Fallen are just the beginning.

GUARDIAN: What can I do?

THE SPEAKER: You must push back the Darkness. Guardians are fighting on Earth and beyond. Join them. Your Ghost will guide you. I only hope he chose wisely.

You then head back to the cosmodrome, investigate the Hive, a race of Darkness wielding aliens that consume the Light and live to cause pain and torment, you discover that the Hive are mainly based on the Moon.

You go to the moon, search an area that was once occupied by humanity and discover that the Hive are consuming a shard of the Traveler that was broken off during the collapse.

You fight them, take the shard and discover the Traveler is being poisoned by an unknown source, so you head out and start to investigate the other worlds that were colonized by mankind.

The signal emanating from the shard leads you to these other worlds, specifically old Ishtar Collective bases and Clovis Bray labs.

You go to Venus, discover it is habitable, a verdant paradise that is littered with ruins, you are ambushed by the Vex, they are a race of machines that infect planets and convert them into machines, they have begun to do this on Venus, and you discover they have been doing this on Mars too.

You are saved by someone known as the Exo Stranger, a strange female Exo, who tells you that the Vex are behind what has been hurting the Traveler, she doesn't have time to explain why she doesn't have time to explain, except that the Vex not only infect planets, but are timeline hopping beings that are determined to survive some unknown future by making their existence an irrefutable and permanent one.

You go to Mars, discover the world is being invaded by a race now known as the cabal, giant bipedal space rhinos hooked on Roman Imperialism, those you face are clearly only a small part of a larger force, however they are locked in combat against another race for control of Mars, the Vex.

You discover that you need to get into the Vex network to get to what is known as the Black Garden, a realm controlled by the Vex that is outside of time.

You go the the Reef and seek the aid of the Awoken, specifically the Awoken Queen, Mara Sov, who tells you her brother Uldren knows how to enter the Black Garden, but will only tell you in exchange for a favor.

After this task you return, and Uldren tells you of the Vex Gate Lord, so you set out and claim its head, its core is the key to safely entering the Black Garden.

This is it, you enter the Black Garden and fight wave after wave of Vex, before coming upon a strange scene, a massive undulating mass of Darkness is floating above what can only be called a ritual site, and all around it are Vex, coated in centuries of moss and vines, they are all knelt in what looks like prayer.

These are the Sol Divisive, a cult in the Vex network tasked with the worship of Darkness to see if it will yield the result they seek, this mass as you approach sends out tendrils that infect large Vex statues that come to life and begun to attack you, you kill them and then destroy what is now known as the Black Heart.

Raid 1 Vault of Glass.

Raid sequence:

You discover that the Vex are attempting to rewrite history, using a machine known as the Vault of Glass.

The Vault of Glass is a Vex structure unlike anything else.

It serves as a meeting point between the past, present, and future, it is where all timelines converge and where every moment of time exist in one instance.

For the most part the Vault of Glass appears to basically be a pocket dimension. What happens in the vault can affect the outside world but it does not appear the Vex have been able to replicate the effects of the Vault outside of it.

There is still a lot unknown about the Vault of Glass.

We do know that the Vault of Glass can erase people from time, as several Gaurdians entered the Vault and only one made it out.

These people are Praeydeth, Kabr, Pahanin, and therotically three other unknown members.

Pahanin was the only one to make it out of the Vault, while both Praeydeth and Kabr were erased from our timeline.

The Opening of the Vault

There isn't much here. It seems it is designed to require multiple people to open it. There are three plates that when stood on activate. These plates will form a spire. How exactly the spire forms is unknown. There is speculation but nothing concrete.

The Path of Kabr

There are two paths through this part. One goes straight into the cavern and has you jump on floating platforms. The other path takes you to a very unique place. You can find a small entrance beneath the first chest that leads through bare vex structures and rock covered areas.

This area is the only place in the Vault that has organic growth, this is most likely because this is Kabr ripped open the Vault of Glass and let the Travelers light in. That light is only thing that allows Guardians to survive within the Vault.

The Templars Well

This is the next part of the Vault, this is where the Templar and Oracles wait.

The Templar is a large Vex that appears to be the master of the well, while the Oracles are paracausal super computers that calculate every possible timeline and tell the Templar of one in which it wins. The Templar then, through the Ritual of Negation, can erase you from time.

The Relic

During this phase and later on the Guardians use a Relic known as the Aegis.

This device protects Guardians from the powers of the Vault and help destroy those powers.

The Relic was forged by Kabr, he forged the last of his light into the thinking flesh of the Vex to create the Aegis, this final act is what gave us the ability to survive the vault.

The Aegis basically creates an isolated event outside of the Vault's control.

The Gorgon Maze

The Gorgons are another type of supercomputer that can control time, if they see something they don't think should exist they can remove it from the timeline.

The Jumping Puzzle

This is a fairly simple area. Platforms fade in and out of different timelines to create a path across the gap.

The Glass Throne

This is the last place in the Vault of Glass.

This is where the Vex start throwing everything they have at you, they have taken the Relic and hidden it away in different timelines.

To open the gates you have to kill the gatekeeper, a lesser form of Templar. Once the gatekeeper is dead Guardians have to stand on two plates, each activating its own portal through time.

Guardians will reach into the past and Future, Guardians will then venture inside the gate, kill the gatekeeper in that timeline and obtain the relic. Once two people hold relics they can come to the middle. of the current Vault and defend the conflux from Vex.

Once you have stopped their assault Atheon will appear.

Atheon is a being that we do not understand, he exists beyond time and created the Vault and/or the Vault created him.

Atheon is the being that pulls all timelines into one place, one idea is he is the centerpiece of a function that is attempting to basically control reality or become a part of the very fabric and code of the universe.

Atheon once again sends the relic through time as well as trying to scatter Gaurdians across time.

While killing oracles you are being blinded, and erased from our reality. The Relic prevents that. If you fail to kill the oracles you are lost to the corners of time. If you succeed at killing oracles you as Guardians have made your own fate. You have defied the Vault and broken its rules.

DLC The Dark Below

You meet Eris Morn, a Guardian who has lost not only her Light, Ghost and Fireteam attempting to take the Moon back from the Hive, but had spent centuries living in the dark recesses of the Moon, taking what she could to survive, practicing dark rites to steal power from the Hive who took everything from her.

She is a mysterious person, her face covered in a blindfold that hides pale green eyes, three of them, and from these eyes dark tears stain her skin.

Crota. Son of Oryx. He considered himself a god, and acted as such. His strength proved too much for my fireteam and I. He and his brood took their lives and left me nearly dead. Crota threatened all we had left.

She tells you of a dark ritual occurring, the Hive are attempting to resurrect a god, Crota, Son of Oryx, the "God-Knight", the "Light Destroyer" and the "Eater of Hope", an ancient and powerful Hive Prince who infamously wielded his sword and killed countless Guardians during the City's ill-fated campaign to reclaim the Moon.

So you set out to disrupt this ritual, on the way you track down Crota's officers and end them, this culminates with you fighting in the massive bones of Crota's corpse, attacking the crystal holding a fragment of his soul.

You destroy it, but are informed that Crota still lives.

Raid 2 Crota's End

You enter the Hellmouth, a massive crater on the moon leading to the Ascendant Realm of Crota, his Throne World, a realm outside time and space where the souls of the Hive can regain their strength before returning to the material realm, here Crota is a god, he is omniscient, and omnipotent, everything within bends to his will.

The Thrallway

We begin navigating the suffocating darkness by following a path of lanterns, large crystal constructs that contain the light of felled Guardians, staying next to one will lessen the crushing weight of Darkness that you feel, however if you stay for too long the lamps will explode as your light causes them to become overfilled.

While you navigate this maze an endless stream of Hive thralls will attack you, disorienting you and sometimes causing you to lose your way or fall in a pit.

At the end of this you channel your light into a plate to build a bridge to cross a chasm, during this more enemies spawn to attack you, Hive Ogres, Knights and Thralls all attempt to kill you and prevent you from reaching their God as your existence is the only thing beyond Crota's control.

You cross the bridge and enter a massive glowing portal.

The Abyss

You are now beyond the crushing darkness of the previous area, a massive broken planetoid looms over you as you take in the Hive architecture, and you come to notice a new plate meant for building a bridge.

You step on it and two totems begin to glow, these kill your team, you get one person to stand under each and channel their light to calm these annihilator totems as you build a bridge, while this is happening endless enemies are swarming you.

One person kills a knight known as the Sword Bearer and crosses the bridge as not holding a sword causes you to suffer the curse of the swordless, which kills you.

Once there you need to kill a Gatekeeper, an invincible knight meant to impede your progress, however the sword you wield was not created by you and follows a different logic, so it can harm the Gatekeeper.

You get your team across, kill ten of these and the door opens to a hallway of enemies, you fight your way through them to reach the next area.

The Throne of Crota

Here you must fight your way to the center of the area above where you entered to kill a wizard known as Ir Yut, the Death Singer, she has begun her Dark Liturgy and any who hear the full song will perish.

After killing her you get to fight Crota, a massive blue God-Knight that can only be harmed by what the Hive call the sword logic, so you and your team use the swords of his sword bearers to kill him once your teammates take off his shield.

If anyone died during this Crota would use their Light to fuel a ritual that creates something called an Oversoul, this massive sphere was a concentration of Darkness that could destroy a Guardian by erasing their Light.

DLC House of Wolves

The Fallen are on the move, a new fallen house is rising too quickly and it is up to us to find out what is happening.

So we set out, we begin to discover the Fallen are rallying under a new, or old, power, a Kell has risen to unite the houses, but who, who could do this.

Our investigation has lead us to discover the House of Wolves, a house under the command of Skolas, Kell of Kells, a great and powerful Fallen.

We kick his House's ass.

Raid 3 Skolas' Revenge

The Awoken ask for our aid, turns out Skolas has been getting this support despite being in prison, the Prison of Elders.

So you are sent into the prison to put him down for good as he has apparently taken control of if.

You fight a few waves and end it by fighting Skolas.

DLC The Taken King

Turns out Crota's daddy isn't too happy we killed his son, so he has come to pay us a visit, Oryx, the Taken King, Hive God and one of the three first Hive.

Mara Sov heads off Oryx's fleet at Saturn, and cripples his ship, but not before he seemingly erases Mara Sov in a massive blast of power that emanates from his sword.

Now stuck in the rings of Saturn, he sends his shade to the worlds of Sol, and begins to take the many enemies we have fought, and twisting them into more refined forms, these are the Taken, a race of shadowy beings comprised of pure Darkness.

We then set out to stop his shade from amassing an army of these Taken, as we do we discover the cabal have infiltrated Oryx's ship, the Dreadnought.

Fighting both Cabal and Hive we enter the Court of Oryx to find a clue to defeat the Taken King, as we do we discover the truth of the sword logic.

The Sword Logic is a thanatological application of the Darkness which serves as the guiding principle of the Hive and the Worms.

The Sword Logic acts as both a philosophy and a metaphysical system through which one may gain paracausal powers. It is the antithesis to the philosophy of the Light, which is associated with cooperation and sacrifice for the sake of others.

The central tenet of the Sword Logic is that "existence is the struggle to exist," and that any entity, whether a life-form or a fundamental aspect of nature, which cannot protect itself against defeat should rightfully be destroyed by a more powerful entity.

In the context of intelligent beings, the Logic promotes as its ultimate goal the establishment of a systematic, self-proving civilizational structure which can survive until the end of time (and possibly beyond), an end-state often referred to as the "Last True Shape".

The sword binds wielder to victim. It binds life to death.

Raid 4 King's Fall

We enter the Dreadnought, using the Hive's own logic against them, tithing ritual sacrifices into altars to open a portal in the Court of Oryx.

From here we enter his Ascendant Realm.

At first it is a large space, many Hive tombships enter and exit existence, using the Ascendant place to travel to unknown places, we take advantage of this, using these ships we traverse the large chasm that blocks our progress before coming upon an elevator.

We enter and head up, finding a large ceremony room filled with praying acolytes, each side of the room has an annihilator totem, and in the center a ritual plate for sacrifice.

We must tithe the plate with the power we take from the Hive we fell here, while preventing the totems from killing us, after we have tithed enough the door will open to the War Priest's ritual room.

A large, looming sphere of taken energy hovers above a stage, before it are three tithing plates behind massive towering totems of calcified chitin, carved in the image of Oryx, or rather his younger self, Aurash.

You use the plates to summon the War Priest, a knight which uses similar tactics to Crota and his Oversoul, you defeat him by using the tithing plates to disrupt his ritual and make him vulnerable.

After this you must traverse a dark maze full of Hive and Taken thralls, to come upon the cesspool of Golgoroth, a Taken Ogre that even Oryx cannot control, during this encounter you realize something, you cannot counter Oryx using his logic, so you take the light stored in batteries around the arena and use them to create pools of light to damage Golgoroth.

As you do you release this light and explode, this can kill your team, or it can be used to harm Golgoroth.

After defeating Golgoroth you enter an area known colloquially as the Dick Walls, a chasm of jutting and thrusting pillars that are made to knock you into the abyss, similar to Wipe Out.

After this you encounter the Daughters of Oryx, two Death Singers that hover over four tithing plates, during this they attempt to use a ritual to take you, to turn you into warriors of darkness.

As you go you use the Ritual plates to form platforms to reach a concentrated sphere of light, however only those being Taken or, torn, can touch these platforms, once the team has taken this light, they use what they've learned and release it on one of the sisters to take their shield and protect your team.

During this you can damage one of them.

Once you've killed them you get to face Oryx, in all his glory.

Same rules as before however you've pieced all of what you've learned together, and have created the Bomb Logic.

There is a war, and its name is existence. There are two ways to fight—one is the sword, and one is the bomb.

So for example, in this metaphor a bomb beats a sword. However the bomb depends upon the successful assembly and execution the sword does not.

If a bomb doesn’t have a fuse, its just a collection of individual, ineffective ingredients, which a sword will have no trouble tearing apart. The risk is greater, but so is the reward.

By bomb, I mean that way of being that is complex and schematic and that must attain a criticality to attack. The way that is made from new things and that triumphs by the arrangement of intricacy.

So you take the light hoarded by Oryx, and instead of using it to make yourself more powerful, you and your team use it in tandem to create a rebuke of the Sword Logic, to make Oryx vulnerable in his own realm, you detonate these bombs, release the Light and kill the Taken King, sending his corpse flying toward Saturn.

DLC Rise of Iron

You are called upon by Lord Saladin, a very old Guardian known for hosting an event in the crucible known as the Iron Banner, well it turns out a very old foe is rising again in the Cosmodrome.

A foe that wiped out the old Iron Lords, the force that predated the Guardians and the Vanguard, who helped guide and protect Humanity during the dark ages, Light wielders who fought against the Warlords, Light wielders who abused their gifts to seize power.

While the Iron Lords did this an AI, the Warmind Rasputin used an Exo to infiltrate the Iron Lords, to discover if they were a threat, a Warmind is an AI created to protect Humanity, a weapon against any possible threat.

This Exo, a Fragment of Rasputin's code, died and was raised, becoming the Iron Lord Fellwinter, Rasputin saw him as a threat and turned SIVA against the Iron Lords, a nanomachine tech used to terraform worlds.

The Iron Lords were destroyed, only Saladin survived, however they shut down the SIVA production facility.

Now the Fallen are using the SIVA they've found in the ruins of the Cosmodrome, becoming splicers, SIVA enhanced Fallen who can infect technology and hack anything.

Now you must retrace Fellwinter's path to shut down SIVA for good, at the end of this path you discover the SIVA facility, in the warped realm under splicer control, the SIVA attempts to save itself by using the mutated corpses of the Iron Lords against you.

You end them and destroy SIVA, laying the Iron Lords to rest.

Raid 5 Wrath of the Machine

You discover the splicers still control SIVA, so you enter one of Rasputin's bunkers and begin to fight the splicers.

You have to kill Vosik, the Archpriest to gain access to their lair, so you use their SIVA against them, creating concentrated bombs of SIVA to harm him.

Once Vosik has sustained significant damage, he will retreat and gradually warp inside the lair, you follow and make your way through a series of platforming areas, designed to prevent non fallen from safely traversing the lair.

Vosik is now within his gamer chamber, surrounded by monitors and pulsating SIVA, he charges an attack to kill you using SIVA, you have to end this by destroying the monitors and using SIVA bombs to kill him.

Upon exiting the Splicer's Den, you will reach the top of the wall in which the Splicers have holed up. Turning around once you get outside will reveal a giant Fallen assault battery lying immobile.

You must reach the end of this parkour course before the assault battery kills you, as you notice it has gotten up and has begun to follow you.

As you go you need to then take out the siege engine's engineers and crew.

After this you enter the server farm, a maze of servers you need to navigate.

After going through two more entrances your team will enter the Perfection Complex, the lair of Aksis, Archon Prime.

Aksis, Archon Prime was the leader of the Devil Splicers and the latest claimant to the title of Archon of the House of Devils when the SIVA Crisis occurred. The Devil Splicers worshiped him as a god.

"We are they who created themselves out of themselves and died in the creation. No longer merely the god in the machine, but the machine in the god. ~consume enhance replicate~ Here we rise, made equal at last to that which we worship. ~consume enhance replicate~"

To put this in context, the Fallen are actually a race known as the Eliksni, a four armed, spider-like race that was once blessed by the Traveler, or as they called it, the Machine God, it uplifted them and gave them great gifts, however their civilization was destroyed by what they refer to as the Whirlwind, the Traveler abandoned them to their fate and they followed it to Sol, only to find out their God had chosen a new people.

So Aksis chose to reject the Traveler, to become the Machine God the Eliksni needed, to perfect his form and lead his people to a new Golden Age.

You kill him.

Destiny 2

Main story

The Cabal have returned, a new faction of the Cabal has invaded Sol, they have attacked the Last City, laid waste to your home and scattered your people.

You enter the flagship and fight through the Cabal until you come face to face with the leader of what is now known as the Red Legion, his name is Dominus Ghaul, warlord of the Cabal.

"You're Not Brave. You've Merely Forgotten The Fear Of Death. Allow Me To Reacquaint You."

He gestures and the Traveler is sealed, your Light is taken and he kicks you from his ship.

"I am Ghaul. And your light... is mine."

Ghaul was raised as a child to believe that he and his legion, the Red Legion, are the rightful beneficiaries of The Traveler's power.

He came to believe that The Traveler made a mistake in choosing Humanity and the Red Legion would have developed into much stronger and more powerful Guardians.

At some point, Ghaul, with advice from the Consul, launched a successful coup against the Cabal emperor, Calus, usurping his throne and exiling him.

Ghaul attempted to talk with the Speaker about how to be graced by the Traveler.

He explained to the Speaker how he was an outcast who rose up and became something greater.

The Speaker stated, in order to be graced by the Traveler Ghaul needed devotion, sacrifice, and death.

Ghaul was intrigued by the Speaker listing death and asked for an explanation. He told Ghaul that devotion inspired bravery, which led to sacrifice and death, and thus sarcastically suggested that Ghaul should try killing himself to claim the Light.

You find a large part of the Traveler that had broken off during the collapse deep within the forests of Europe, from this you gain new powers of the Light and set off to ruin Ghaul's plan.

As you do the Consul becomes tired of Ghaul turning to the Speaker for guidance and kills the Speaker, enraged Ghaul kills the Consul, his adoptive father.

Ghaul had decided that taking the Light by force was the only option he had left, so he did, he took it and gained the power of the Light, and in a climatic battle with Ghaul you defeat him, only for him to take even more power, becoming a God-like being.

"Traveler! Do you see me now? I am immortal! A God! You have failed! Witness the Dawning of a New Age! You... do... See me."

As he does this the Traveler stirs for the first time, using its power to absorb Ghaul, and as it does it sends a pulse across all time and space, alerting something beyond Sol's borders.

Raid 1 The Leviathan

Emperor Calus has entered the Sol system, and begun to consume worlds to turn them into wine, he has invited all Guardians to participate in his games to entertain him, and if they win he will reward them and stop consuming worlds.

So we enter the Leviathan and make our way into the Castelum, a hub area of the ship, from here we can go to the Pleasure Gardens, the Royal Pools, the Gauntlet and Calus's chambers.

You must compete his trials to be able to challenge Calus, he was a power being, who uses psionic power to trap and kill you, however it plays out like a game rather than a fight, and it turns out you have not been fighting calus, but a body double robot, one of many.

DLC Curse of Osiris

Mercury is under threat, Osiris, an old Guardian, calls for your help in stopping the Vex Mind, Panoptes, a Vex tasked with using a machine known as the infinite forest to simulate paracausal power so the Vex can claim the Light as their own.

Raid 2 Eater of Worlds

This small-scale raid takes you into the gaping maw of the Leviathan to help Calus fix the engine, the Vex are gumming up the works, you need to remove the Vex while fighting off Calus's loyalists.

DLC Warmind

Warmind took us back to Mars, where they helped Ana Bray a Guardian, and Rasputin take on a Hive worm god.

Raid 3 Spire of Stars

DLC Forsaken

Forsaken saw the Prison of Elders being attacked, we, along with Cayde-6, the Hunter Vanguard, were called to help quell the riot as Mara Sov was missing, has been since Taken King.

Upon entering we need to kill the prisoners and fight our way through, until we are attacked by an unknown force, now known as the Scorn, undead Eliksni raised by Uldren Sov, during this Uldren sealed his own fate by killing Cayde-6 and his Ghost.

As we hunt Uldren we discover the Awoken have their own Ascendant Realm, a vibrant realm known as the Dreaming City, however something is very wrong, taken blights litter the realm, the Scorn and Taken now flood the Dreaming City, laying waste to its great temples.

It turns out Oryx had taken a being that was given refuge here, a being known as an Ahamkara, a wish dragon, a species the Last City had assumed extinct since an event known as the Great Hunt.

"And thus the Ahamkara were made extinct, their call silenced, their solipsistic flatteries erased, their great design - if it ever existed - broken. Of this you can be assured, oh reader mine. "

The Ahamkara are a mysterious and powerful species of shapeshifting, wish-granting creatures that first appeared in the Sol System after the Traveler arrived.

Their wish granting are like monkey paw wishes, for instance, Mara Sov wished for power and Riven, the one now taken by Oryx, used this wish to initiate the Great Hunt, making it so she would be the last Ahamkara and therefore Mara's greatest power.

Even their bones hold great power, and speak to their wielders.

We track down Uldren after assisting the Queen's guard in taking back some of the City, after finding him we discover this was all Riven's doing, her manipulations allowed her to use Uldrin to lure the Guardians to her.

Raid 4 Lastwish

We must delve into the heart of the Dreaming City, to slay Riven of a Thousand Voices, and calm her taken heart, throughout the raid we must perform ritual actions to unlock the gates that block our path, as we do we discover that Riven was sealed beneath the City, and was more of a prisoner than cherished guest.

By killing her we release her from Mara's wish and grant Riven's, we grant her the freedom she sought by taking her bones and fashioning her into the weapon the One Thousand Voices.

Raid 5 Scourge of the Past

Taking place in the Last City on Earth, the Scourge of the Past raid has us reclaiming sections of the city from the grip of the Fallen and defeating Insurrection Prime.

Raid 6 Crown of Sorrow

Set in the belly of the Leviathan, the Crown of Sorrow raid has us venturing into uncharted areas to quash a powerful Cabal-Hive hybrid that Calus created.

Born of the Royal Pools from within the Leviathan, Gahlran was bred to be a Shadow in Calus' service by wielding an ancient Hive artifact, the Crown of Sorrow, and using its powers to command the Hive.

The Crown, however, was a trap set by Savathûn, the Witch-Queen with the purpose of corrupting Calus to her will, and instead drove Gahlran insane. As a result, the mad Cabal brought the Hive to infest the lower levels of the Leviathan; having taken the deepest depths of the Menagerie as his kingdom.

"He had but one purpose: bear the Crown of Sorrow and make the Hive mine.

Imagine my chagrin when his very personality was annihilated within minutes of exposure. Whatever viral language was etched into the Crown's interior had taken over.

Until you ended him, he belonged to a witch."

We kill him and take the Crown.

DLC Shadowkeep

An ancient evil is discovered on the moon due to recent Hive activity, upon investigating a new fortress known as the Scarlet Keep, we came face-to-face with a Pyramid ship, something we only saw at the end of the main story outside of Sol, so why was it buried in the moon.

We are tasked with preventing the Hive from performing rituals to commune with Pyramid ship, as we do we have to face nightmares made manifest, Ghaul, the Sol Divisive, Crota, Skolas and more.

The Pyramid is set on tormenting everyone, even Eris is beset by the tortured phantoms of her murdered team, upon entering the Pyramid ship we are faced with ourselves, but something else is speaking through us, to us, saying it is our salvation.

Raid 7 Garden of Salvation

Taking place during an invasion of the Sol Divisive Vex, we are tasked by Eris Morn to track a signal from an Unknown Artifact, emanating from deep within the Black Garden.

We must trace the signal to its source at the center of the garden, all while battling an onslaught of Vex climaxing with the Sol Inherent Mind.

We fight it in the center of a massive tree trunk and overload it with voltaic motes, killing it, upon its death we discover it was onto of a Pyramid scale, a structure similar to the ship we found.

Season of the Dawn

We travel through the Vex Network to rescue a Guardian that has been trapped in time, a living legend once thought lost forever, Saint-14, hero of Twilight Gap, the Kell Crusher.

We sight through the Vex Network to create a perfect paradox and rip Saint from his fate, returning him to the Last City.

Season of the Worthy

We travel through warmind bunkers, turning them on and using them to generate targeting data for Rasputin, who uses it to strike down the Almighty, a Red Legion ship left over from Ghaul's stint, it was destroyed due to the fact the Red Legion were going to use it to destroy the sun.

Season of Arrivals

The Pyramid Fleet arrives in Sol and take up residence around Io, Titan, Mars and Mercury.

DLC Beyond Light

We travel to Europa, the old warden of the Prison of Elders is calling for help, Variks the Loyal, he asks you to help his people escape a new threat, a Kell chosen by the Pyramid Ships, Eramis.

During this we encounter the Exo Stranger, who we come to find out is actually Elsie Bray, sister of Ana Bray, not that Ana knows it, she tells us that we must make a choice, claim the power gifted to Eramis and fight dark with dark.

She makes a compelling argument, apparently she has been like a Vex in her actions, jumping timelines trying to find one where the Darkness doesn't win, through these experiences she had lost her sister to Darkness countless times, had to kill her sister countless times, experienced loss beyond any we could imagine.

So we do, we claim Stasis, fight Eramis' House and freeze her.

Season of the Chosen

Empress Caiatl has arrived in the Sol System, daughter of Calus, we fight her and her forces as Humanity refuses to kneel, and become a vassal to the Cabal Empire against the Darkness, we prove our worth and enter a partnership of equals.

Season of the Splicer

We must battle the Vex who are trying to take earth, yet we have unlikely allies, the Splicers join us against the Vex under the leadership of Mithrax, due to this the new House of Light is welcomed to live within the Last City.

Season of the Lost

We come to discover the Witch Queen, Savathûn, has been using Osiris as a disguise to spy on the Last City, Mara Sov uses this to trick Savathûn and eventually she is killed.

Raid 8 Deep Stone Crypt

We must venture beneath Europa to defend the Deep Stone Crypt, a golden age facility that birthed the Exo race, the threat is a Fallen named Taniks, don't ask, he's a meme now.

DLC The Witch Queen

We come to discover the Witch Queen survived, we however do not know how, and come to find her ship is sitting above Mars, which has returned to us.

We venture into her Throne world and discover it is brimming with light, there is vegetation and beautiful architecture, then, we see something disturbing, we kill a Hive that is wielding the Light, as we kill it we see a ghost resurrect this Hive Guardian, and in a fit of desperation we do something we never have before, we reach out and crush a ghost.

As we continue to investigate Savathûn's Throne world we are called by someone named Fynch, who we discover is a Hive Ghost, who is having doubts about helping the Hive.

With his help we use Darkness to recall lost memories, which can be used to create weapons, platforms, reveal forgotten paths and recall the past.

As we do we discover that Savathûn did indeed die, she laid outside the Last City, reminiscing with the Traveler until she drew her last breath, later a ghost found her and raised her, its name is Immaru, and was the first ghost, he never took a Guardian, as he disliked humanity, but found the God of Lies and Schemes a suitable partner.

The Witch Queen never stole the Light, the Traveler gifted it to her, by doing this it robbed her of her memories, however, through our actions she regained them, and enacted her plan to steal away the Traveler and seal it in her Throne world, safely away from the being known as the Witness, the power behind the collapse.

We reveal a further truth hidden from her by the Witness, it had orchestrated the creation of the Hive, corrupted her species into falling to Darkness.

Oh yes, so, the Hive were originally a species known as the Krill, they lived on a world known as Fundament, a massive planet that has immense gaseous oceans on which floated islands of Osmium.

The three sisters, Aurash, Sathona and Xi Ro, lived a good life on Fundament, being the heirs to the Osmium throne, however the familiar of their father, a dead worm that washed ashore from the depths of Fundament, began to whisper to Sathona, telling of a God Wave, an event that would kill her people, it also told her of a power to prevent this.

So the three sisters ventured into the depths of Fundament, they sought a way to prevent the coming calamity and came across a being only referred to as a Leviathan, it warned the sisters to turn back, that it m guarded them against an evil deep within the world.

"—What power calls you++

++Down to the deep?—

++What instinct draws you—

—Away from high hope?++

—Quick-breeding krill people, I tell you++

++For eons I have watched your struggle—

—Clinging to the sharp edge of survival++

++Balanced between the Deep and the Sky.—

++You were my treasure—

—My proof against despair++",

It was a disciple of the Traveler, and aided it in imprisoning the six Worm Gods in the planet's core. The Krill revered it, though they considered it mythical, and would swear oaths upon it.

The sisters rejected its pleas because it offered no way to end their species' suffering and avert the Syzygy.

Later, after the sisters had made a pact with the Worms, becoming the Hive and ravaging Fundament, the Leviathan tried to escape the planet's surface and take shelter with the Ammonites of Fundament's moons.

The Ammonites sent their best forces to protect the Leviathan, whom they revered almost as much as the Traveler, but the Hive saw this as an opportunity.

In one fell swoop, the Hive slew the Leviathan and destroyed the Ammonite civilization, forcing the Traveler to flee for its safety. The Leviathan's corpse was fed to the Worm Gods Eir and Yul.

This occurred billions of years ago.

Raid 9 Vow of the Disciple

We must enter the Pyramid ship Savathûn imprisoned within her Ascendant Realm, as it has begun to stir due to the actions of the Scorn.

We use Scorn technology to pry open the ship and venture deeper.

Upon entering a giant room with six pillars we are surrounded by what look like trophies, a sphinx statue, pieces of worm directed and preserved, and the rib of Fundament's Leviathan.

We discover that the only way to progress is to figure out a combination lock, and enter it while defending the locks from the Scorn.

After opening this door we come to the Caretaker, a massive Scorn abomination that has been tasked with looking after the contents of the Pyramid, and most likely the one who made the displays.

After figuring out the locks to over the stairs to each floor and fighting the Caretaker we must parkour through the ever changing ship to get to the next section which is just another lock.

After this we come to the boss, Rhulk, First Disciple of the Witness.

Rhulk is the first of the Disciples, extraordinarily powerful paracausal entities who collectively follow the Witness and do its bidding.

Hailing from the planet Lubrae, he played a prominent role in the creation of the Hive by conscripting the Worms into servitude to the Witness and then facilitating the production of Worm larvae in Savathûn's Throne World, all while keeping tabs on the Witch Queen herself from his own Pyramid.

Turns out Savathûn imprisoned him on his own ship.

After Savathûn's rebirth in the Light, Rhulk was imprisoned within his own Pyramid by a curse of Light placed by the Witch Queen. However, he retaliated by bringing the Scorn into her throne world and subsequently taking command of them.

Rhulk was born to his father Rhelik and mother Vrhuna on the planet Lubrae, a civilization that was blessed by the Traveler but fell into a military dictatorship after it left.

Rhulk lived with his clan of Wanderers in the Wildlands outside of the sole city on the planet, which was controlled by The Regime.

The Wanderer clans were subject to frequent dangers, including monstrous wildlife that emerged under the Umbral Sun at night and the Stalkers sent by the Regime to hunt and kill the Wanderers who rejected the city's ways.

When he was young, Rhulk witnessed his father kill Stalkers who threatened the clan with a brutality fueled by a bloodlust that Rhulk also felt. He confided in his father about their shared rage and was taught to hate the Regime by him, but when the rest of their clan began to shun Rhelik for his brutality he softened, much to Rhulk's disappointment.

His father attempted to teach him patience by making Rhulk watch as other Wanderers were killed by a hunting party of Stalkers and holding him back when Rhulk attempted to intervene. Rhulk was enraged and confused by his father's inaction and believed he was betraying his principles, and vowed to bring down the Regime.

Although the clan sought only to help others in need of assistance and to care for the land, the Stalkers continued to pursue them. During one battle several members of the clan were killed, including Fhent and one of Rhulk's clan-uncles.

Rhulk fought back against the Stalkers and killed several of them, claiming their supplies and equipment as his own, including a Glaive and Sapphiric Converter.

However, Rhelik was captured during the raid by the Stalkers and the rest of the clan, including Rhulk's mother Vrhuna, looked upon him with only concern and fear due to his brutality during the fight. Frustrated by what he perceived as their weakness, that night as the clan danced and sang in tribute to their survival and in honor of the dead, Rhulk ripped apart a pet Yhadt that belonged to some of the clan's children. The clan was horrified, and though Rhulk felt powerful in that moment he feared that made him a monster.

He was exiled from the clan.

He hunted the Stalkers with his new weapon and tools seeking any sign of his father in the hopes of rescuing him and bringing him back alive to the clan. He named his glaive Rheliksward in honor of his mission.

His search came to an end when he encountered Rhelik dressed in a Stalker's uniform and was captured by other Stalkers under his command. Infuriated at his father's defection to the Regime, Rhulk believed him to be a coward who sought only survival instead of sticking by his principles.

Rhulk was put on trial in the city for his alleged crimes against the Regime but was spared when Rhelik testified on his behalf and requested that he instead be made to serve as one of the city's Stalkers.

This only served to further infuriate Rhulk as he wondered if his father truly cared about their clan and family or if he was only an opportunist who would do or say anything he needed to in order to survive. He swore to himself that he would ensure that Rhelik would die by his hand.

However, despite his hatred for his father, Rhulk began to learn more about the city Lubreans and their philosophies. Although he found the government strict in its laws and with power concentrated in the hands of a few, the overcrowded city still had a higher standard of living and comfort than the Wanderers who faced terrible dangers aside from the Stalkers in the Wildlands.

He found that the Regime was also honest in its intentions, unlike his father, and his bloodlust was encouraged amongst the Stalkers.

They returned his glaive to Rhulk as well, which he renamed to Rheliksbane and took pleasure in how that unnerved his father.

With this new information, Rhulk began to reconsider the conflict between the Regime and Wanderers and realized that both sides' hands were stained with blood, not just the Regime's as his father had always taught him. Rhelik eventually confessed to Rhulk that he was not truly loyal to the Regime. Infuriated by his father's continued lies, the two fought, but Rhelik managed to escape from Rhulk and the City.

Pursuing his father, Rhulk tracked him to their clan's last refuge in the Wildlands. He found it abandoned but with numerous important personal items and other supplies left behind. Surmising that the clan had fled quickly after his father's return, Rhulk believed that they would seek shelter near the Abyss.

Rhulk found his former clan hiding near the Abyss, with Rhelik seemingly planning on smuggling the surviving Wanderers into the city through nearby tunnels.

Emerging from the forest to confront them, Rhulk noticed that many familiar faces were no longer amongst the clan, although his father, mother Vrhuna, and clan-mother Kheesa remained alive.

His father claimed that they had been expecting Rhulk to join them, and the Stalker was torn between killing them and helping them find a new home. Rhelik and Vrhuna both apologized for their wrongs against Rhulk and expressed their love for him.

Vrhuna apologized for exiling him, while Rhelik expressed his regret for indoctrinating him into hating the Regime and claimed that all he wanted now was for their clan to live in peace and safety.

Rhulk believed he could see the honesty in his eyes and thought that perhaps that was the path to follow, allowing his parents to embrace and comfort him. However, they took that opportunity to shove Rhulk backward into the Abyss. As he fell, Rhulk cursed his naiveté and looked at the faces of his clan, which no longer held regret but only relief at Rhulk's presumed end.

Rhulk survived his fall into the depths of the Abyss, although he was badly wounded by the drop. Surprised by his own survival and by the fact the supposedly endless Abyss had a bottom, Rhulk took in his surroundings and found himself in a swampy ruin filled with darkness.

He heard creatures approaching, but as they closed in on him Rhulk heard a voice declaring him unbroken. His wounds healed and he watched a being filled with dark luster approach, melting the encroaching beasts away with its very presence.

The being declared that it saw Rhulk's own dark luster and the Lubraean questioned what the being was and how it granted him life. The being declared itself an opportunity and told Rhulk that he was to be and cause ruin.

As the voice faded Rhulk saw its dark luster remain behind and noted how similar it was to that of the Umbral Sun.

Rheliksbane, which had been sundered in his fall, was repaired as well by the being and enhanced with its energy. Glancing upward, Rhulk saw the Abyssal Bridge that connected the city to the Wildlands and knew his clan had likely made its way into the city by then.

Taking with him the dark luster that remained, Rhulk used his glaive to begin climbing the walls of the Abyss back to the surface, determined that this time he would not show weakness and waver from his desires.

Upon reaching the city, Rhulk hunted down his clan and slaughtered them all, including his mother and father, whom he decapitated. He spared not even the children as the citizens of the city watched in horror of his butchery.

The forces of the Regime were horrified by the slaughter in the streets of the city and imprisoned Rhulk, stripping him of his glaive and calling for his execution.

However, the dark being assisted Rhulk once more in being freed of his chains and he recovered his glaive, now calling it Lubrae's Ruin, and set out to end his people entirely for their abandonment of him.

To do so, he utilized the gifts of the Traveler against his people by harnessing the dark luster to reverse the mechanisms of a machine that drew energy from the Sapphiric Sun to power the city.

Doing so destroyed the star and began cracking Lubrae apart. Rhulk was the last one alive, and as he stared into the Abyss he reflected in horror upon what he had done. Dropping the glaive and dark luster he had harnessed, Rhulk dropped himself into the now truly endless Abyss to finish the extinction of his species.

However, Rhulk once again did not perish by his fall into the Abyss. Instead, he awoke in a state of confusion as the dark being from before spoke to him.

"—-And what do you feel now? Devoid of family. Devoid of The Regime. Devoid of Lubrae. What do you feel here, in our embrace, now that they are gone and you are left? What do you feel, my child?—-"

"Relief."

Reborn as the First Disciple, Rhulk became the Witness' chosen enforcer and executioner, bringing destruction through fire and glaive and leading the Pyramids of the Black Fleet to wipe out the civilizations uplifted by the Traveler.

Season of the Haunted

The ship, the Leviathan, reappears over the moon, now abandoned and derelict, yet swarming with Scorn, loyalists and nightmares.

You, Caiatl, Zavala and Crow must face your pasts to overcome the schemes of Calus.

Season of Plunder

You along with Mithrax, Spider and the Drifter must set out against Fallen Pirate crews to reclaim ancient relics of power before the newly revived Eramis can claim them, there are 8 in total, turns out these are the body parts of Nezarec, a slain Disciple of the Witness.

Season of the Seraph

Eramis, having failed to take the pieces of the Disciple, now must aide Xivu Arath, the Hive God of War in her schemes, and we must rebuild Rasputin using submind fragments, during this we also save the AI of Clovis Bray, creator of the Exos, Rasputin and family of Ana and Elsie Bray, he's a sociopathic egomaniac who thinks he can become a God by using Rasputin to control everything.

We delete him, but not before he sends a signal to his giant robo head on Europa, we activate Rasputin and come to the conclusion that fighting Xivu Arath is exactly what she wants, she's a God of War after all, so Rasputin deletes himself.

In this moment the Traveler makes a move, as Xivu and Eramis' plan was to use Rasputin to destroy the Traveler, so they had assumed it would flee, proving to Eramis that Humanity wasn't chosen, unfortunately for her it stays, but it positions itself to protect earth.

DLC Lightfall

The Witness attacks the Traveler, begins to take it and the Traveler fights back, destroying the Witnesses flagship, causing a massive tree of silver wings to sprout from it.

As this happens the Witness tells Calus, the newest Disciple of the Witness, to find the Veil...

I'm done actually recapping Destiny lore and story, so much typing, now to answer the other questions.

Yes, it was worth it for Bungie to leave Microsoft and create new games, Destiny in many respects surpasses Halo story wise, and has created a gaming model no other game can emulate.

I started typing this at 9pm, it's now 4 am...

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On The Shoulders Of Titans

Fandom: Destiny 2

Pairing: M!Titan Guardian/F!Titan Guardian

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: The light flickered. "I couldn't say. Some of us look for our Guardians for decades, sifting through the rubble and hoping to get lucky." The Exo nodded as if he understood. He didn't, of course, but he could pretend. "I'm so glad I found you. You have no idea how long I've been looking."

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to this foray! But before we begin, a small disclaimer: There was no overlap between Season Of The Splicer and The Dawning. For narrative purposes, however, I wrote this as though they were happening at the same time. Also! I have done my research on Exo anatomy, but I am by no means an expert and have had to make some assumptions. I ask only for your leniency on that front. That being said, I hope you enjoy! 💚

Tag List: @velvet-paradox @crookedmoonsaultpunk @thebrotherofmany @calwitch @stargazerofgoldenwords @differentpeanutpatrolfan

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains self-loathing, canon-typical violence, depictions of mental and physical duress and sexual acts between two consenting adults. Stay safe!]

Raised in the middle of a raging thunderstorm, the Exo was stunned to discover that his life was not, in fact, over.

Metalloid pieces clicked and whirred in his auditory sensors, everything too much and too loud all at once as he forced himself upright, his large frame tottering forward a few steps on unwieldy legs. Something small and bright hovered around his head when he collapsed beneath some cover, too exhausted to move again for the moment.

The thing introduced itself in a chipper yet worried tone, saying that it was a 'ghost'. "Actually," it carried on after a pregnant pause, "I'm your Ghost."

"A manifestation of my supposed soul?" The Exo asked wearily, his head hanging between his knees. "That kind of ghost?"

"Oh no, no no. Not that kind. I'm just...well, it might be easier to explain once we get to the Last City. How do you feel? You've been dead for a long time."

Dead. Said so glibly, like it didn't matter. "A little lightheaded. Nauseous. What is all this?" The Exo grimaced, gesturing upwards at the ramshackle, bombed-out structure doing a poor job of shielding him from the driving rain. "Where are we?"

"The Cosmodrome of Old Russia."

Well, that left him with even more questions. The Exo popped his jaw, the motion strangely familiar. "Ghost," He queried finally, "why me?"

The light flickered. "I couldn't say. Some of us look for our Guardians for decades, sifting through the rubble and hoping to get lucky." The Exo nodded as if he understood. He didn't, of course, but he could pretend. "I'm so glad I found you. You have no idea how long I've been looking."

The heartfelt tone of the little machine caught the bulky Exo off-guard, and he extended his hand to it. The Ghost settled into his palm like it belonged there, the points of its...casing? Shell? Body? fitting snugly between his fingers. "I assume I have a directive?" The Exo hesitated, then continued, "I feel like that's what I would need...for some reason."

The lone optic of the tiny Ghost blinked up at him. "Well, you're freshly hatched. We should probably let you rest for a little while. Gather your strength, you know."

"Understood. Are we safe here?"

"Well…" the Ghost trailed off, its shell popping apart as it rose out of his palm. It continued to expand until it was a small orb of light, plating rotating around it like moons in orbit. "There is a band of refugees not far from here. We'll be safer there."

"Understood." The Exo got to his feet, tearing down a worn piece of red canvas that might have once shielded a doorway when the structure had been intact. The armor that stretched over the natural framework of his body seemed almost too frail to withstand the punishing rain. He took a moment to drape the canvas over his head and shoulders, holding up one side of it and indicating that the Ghost should take shelter beneath the mantle.

…

Amongst the refugees, the Exo known as Bulwark-26 handled the defense. Volunteering to stand between the Fallen, Hive, Cabal, and the group he wandered with through the temperate forests on their way to the nigh-mythical Last City. It seemed like every day they faced some new threat and in an apparently-common twist, the power he had been gifted from what his Ghost called ‘the Traveler’ took on a decisive form as if making an effort to shift with his responsibilities. Lightning surging through his frame, he was always found moving into the fray.

On the day a Hive tombship dropped out of orbit to regurgitate its shrieking contents upon them, Bulwark toppled several of the tall, thin pine trees to halt the Hive's advance and buy the other refugees time. Arc Light flowed through him and he seized it with both hands, shattering the thralls and acolytes like glass with his armored fists. This was nothing new. What was new, however, was what happened when he noticed the missiles launching from the tombship, aimed at the cowering group of refugees. His barricade had failed, trunks cleaved through by a now-deceased knight, and the crowd was suddenly, incredibly vulnerable to attack.

No! Bulwark reached out again, Light pulling into him in response to his urgency. The Exo then sprinted back, skidding to a halt in front of the refugees and ordering them to retreat in a voice like thunder.

The Light this time was different. Instead of being some new offensive power, it stretched itself into a protective dome overhead. The surface swirled opalescent purple, and the Exo was enraptured by the limitless, hungering power of Void Light. The salvo struck the shield with a muffled boom!, the strain of maintaining the barrier shoving Bulwark back a step. He readied himself for the next strike, bewildered when he felt arms wrap around his midsection.

They didn't run.

The refugees actually piled up behind him, helping to brace his body against the incoming blows. Bulwark set his jaw, leaning into the assault as he heard someone priming the group's shared, barely-functional rocket launcher.

"Stepping out!" Her. He shouldn't have even been surprised. She always said she had nothing to lose, brown eyes dark with loss and brow creased with sorrow. “If they can’t shoot through your dome, I doubt I can.”

The launcher looked wrong in her hands, yet it was clear that she had used it before from the way she handled it. The woman settled the weight of it firmly on her shoulder and then braced the launcher against a rock. The tombship attempted to meander ponderously through a fresh wormhole, but she pulled the trigger and blew it out of the sky.

Bulwark had never been more grateful, dropping the Ward immediately and collapsing–

"...Guardian? Guardian."

Bulwark-26 jolted upright, only to sink back down with his head in his hands. Another dream, he thought bitterly. His Ghost, dubbed Requisition (Rex for short) was hovering overhead, an ever-watchful eye.

"Cabal troops are sweeping the area, Guardian. It won't be long…" Rex paused. "I'm sorry, I know you're exhausted."

"It doesn't matter." Bulwark replied curtly. "Better that you woke me now instead of letting that play out."

"The dream again?"

"Yes." Bulwark sighed. "I had dealt with the Hive, so at least it had only just gotten to her." He paused, and then, painfully soft, he admitted, "I miss her."

"I do too, Bull." Rex assured him gently.

…

Bulwark had been powerless, stripped of that Light which had made him so brazen and sent plummeting to his demise from that Cabal flagship. It was through sheer luck and ingenious armor design that he had managed to limp away from that fall, and even more lucky that he had located his Ghost. Poor Rex had been just as battered as he was, but still mustered up the wherewithal to mend Bulwark's broken frame.

"I can't resurrect you, not since..." The Ghost had sounded utterly beaten, several ruined points of his once-pristine shell drooping under their own weight. "Guardian, the Light is gone."

Then had come the days of panicky skirmishes, shepherding more and more refugees to the Farm and other safe zones. Bulwark-26 found himself constantly surviving by the skin of his teeth, the large Exo unused to caution after having had the Light for so long. As the days turned into weeks, Bulwark had finally received the news that his...friend had been killed. A missile barrage had utterly destroyed the building she lived in, and with so many Guardians Lightless, search and rescue missions were effectively halted in occupied territory.

It shouldn't have mattered. She had been just another refugee to him, after all, and what was one more loss when stacked against the mounting casualties of the Red Legion? The ordinary woman, alone, caring for others to fill the void of whatever she had lost. Bulwark hadn't asked, he hadn't thought it was his place to do so. Never asked her name, either, which filled him with deep regret once she passed away. Many of the refugees didn't share their names, though, suspicious and tense around one another even while they broke bread together. It was the way of things out in the wilds; you kept a hand on your gun and waited for the knife in your back. Bulwark didn't particularly like it, but he understood. Not everyone was as lucky as he was.

She had died during the opening attack of the Red War, and there was nothing he could do about it, yet the loss weighed on him heavily. Her life and countless others had been sacrificed because he hadn’t been strong enough, and the weight of that knowledge alone kept Bulwark rising again and again to fight once he sought out the fallen shard of the Traveler, once he reclaimed the waning remains of the Light housed within it.

Despite his best intentions he often visited the memories of his time spent in the wilds, the months before he came to the Last City as well as the frantic relocation during the Red War. In a way it was comforting, retreading familiar ground. One memory in particular he returned to more often than he would admit out loud, the events in it never failing to leave him a little more weary than before. He couldn't really find it in himself to be sad, not exactly. It wasn't really a memory that evoked an emotional response at all, not one that he was ready to address. So he just settled on tired. Yet still, it constantly found its way to him, playing out before his eyes when he drifted off…

She had cried herself to sleep against his side one night after the watchfire had died off to embers, the now-patched red cloth wrapped around her shoulders to keep away the damp chill in the air.

Bulwark had been paralyzed by her presence alone, the Exo remaining stiffly upright for hours after she went still.

Her brown hair smelled of sweat and smoke; the day's journey had been long and not a soul in the group had the strength to wash up that evening. Least of all Bulwark, who knew he must still reek of Fallen ether.

Certain things had come to mind, certain memories that were apparently his but not, but different, but before. Between the fragments of old battles rose soft moments; delicate fingers tracing the skin he no longer had, the heaving of breath in his lungs, the willing partners he had known. Confusing, jumbled feedback for his now-mechanical form to sort out, to rationalize. He was unsure...what could he even offer, like this?

Nothing.

And so when she came to him at his watchfire after a nightmare, her face wet with tears, Bulwark steeled his resolve and held her securely until she cried herself back to sleep. Lulled by the sound of her breathing evening out, the Exo had slipped into a lower functioning state as well.

He vaguely remembered her stirring against his body before he roused himself in the dawn, one large, metalloid arm thrown over her shoulders as he stretched. She had groaned, relaxing back into his arms, and for a moment Bulwark-26 indulged himself by tightening his hold.

Only for a moment, though.

…

It hadn't taken overly long for the Vanguard to reform and strike down Ghaul. A few months, maybe a year or two. The passage of time was…difficult for the Exo. He had seen many things during his time as a Guardian, and even more of the older memories he bore were ones that were foreign to him. A gift from being a mind uploaded into a fancy frame instead of human, he assumed. Sometimes he felt like he could recall the frigid winds of Europa, the locale many of his kind considered their birthplace. But it was hazy and fleeting, muscle memory in a phantom limb.

He tried not to think about her for years after the Red War. Or was it months? He did his best not to think about her, either way. She was dead, and things like that for someone who wasn't a Guardian tended to be pretty final. But it felt wrong to avoid a memory that for some reason, his mind had slotted into a ‘cherished’ designation, so when the crackling call for aid came down the line once more Bulwark geared up for Europa without a second thought.

Eliksni refugees. Here, he could be useful. He never thought he'd see the day that the City would open its proverbial doors to the Fallen, and indeed he nearly didn't. The public outcry alone was almost enough to render the effort useless, to say nothing of the odd behavior of the Future War Cult. But Bulwark-26, bullheaded and grim, soldiered onward ferrying the skiffloads of refugees from Europa to the Last City.

He was almost content, all things considered. Staying busy helped to keep the past at bay.

…

One fateful day (wasn’t it always!), the titan was escorting the next band of Eliksni survivors fresh from Europa. They had children in their ranks, hatchlings, too young to walk and bundled up in slings on their parents' chests. Guardian duos were usually requested for hatchling escorts, the Eliksni exceedingly protective of their young. From what little Bulwark knew of their specifications, eggcloth and things like that, he gathered that the hatchlings were incredibly fragile.

No other Guardian had responded to the summons, though. The time was odd, maybe, or maybe Lakshmi-2 had pulled something else on their comms. Bulwark eventually just set out through the outskirts of the slums solo with his little band in tow, reminding the group of wiry Eliksni to stay close and quiet. His attempts at stealth were for naught, however (as they all too often were), because they soon ran afoul of a Red Legion sniper nest. One of his charges chittering wildly and pointing upwards was the only warning he got before a bolt blasted a hole in his right shoulder.

“Rex!” The Exo barked, herding his charges behind the shelter of a nearby rubble heap. The Ghost materialized once he had the all-clear, working quickly to knit the neural mail back together. There hadn’t even been the chance for the wound to hurt, so clean was the shot. Bulwark gave the mended joint an experimental rotation, nodded his thanks to Requisition, set his jaw and alerted Mithrax over the comms. He then chose his targets, scout rifle easily picking off the three psion snipers in their lofty perch. With them gone, he could breathe a little easier. However, the phalanxes were the problem, a duo of them setting their shields together to create more optimal cover for the legionaries. The Cabal were steadily advancing and Mithrax and the rest of the Botza Eliksni ‘welcoming party’ wouldn't be within range for nearly five more minutes, maneuvering through the wrecked slums they called home. That was five minutes Bulwark knew they didn't have. If he was alone, of course, it wouldn't have mattered. But he had to keep his little group safe.

Rage boiled in his mechanical lungs; hadn't they dealt with enough? Between his heavy-handed correction of the hunter and titan he had encountered earlier in his patrol rounds and this new incursion, it seemed like everything in the universe was pitting itself against his charges.

“Stay here!” The titan ordered the refugees, casting his Ward Of Dawn for a bit of added security. The shimmering dome enveloped the group and Bulwark grimaced beneath his helmet when he saw the terror etched on their faces. “Please. I promise you'll be safe.” He assured as firmly as he could. Unfortunately the nightmare of The Saint’s den still clung to the Eliksni, leading the refugees to stare upwards at the purple dome and hold tightly to one another.

The Exo sighed, unable to offer anything more comforting and almost wishing that he had honed his Light in a different way. Cabal slugs thundered against the shield wall as the titan reloaded his scout rifle, making the Eliksni chitter amongst themselves and cringe back behind him.

“Don't worry.” Bulwark-26 said quietly. He then strode forward, taking with him the blessing of an overshield from his Ward. It was not overly advantageous for him to engage the Cabal head-on, but he had little choice in the matter. He could either hold the line here or fail.

And he refused to fail again.

Bulwark had barely planted his scout rifle against a cement barricade and sank his first shot into a legionary’s skull when he heard a strange crackling noise. Fearing some sort of ambush, Bulwark jerked his weapon to the sky and got the shock of a lifetime. A titan was plummeting downwards from some unseen location, and in their hands was an enormous, flaming maul.

A Sunbreaker.

"Eyes up!" They shouted, landing on top of the platoon a moment later. The crater they made was sizable, as was the devastation the maul wreaked upon the remaining Cabal. Hot whirlwinds of embers and debris spiraled upwards, carrying with them the ashen remains of the phalanxes and legionaries.

Bulwark just tried to keep the terrified Eliksni from fleeing this new threat as his Ward dissipated, cursing the unknown titan under his breath for their overly-showy entrance. He prayed he wouldn't have to knock some sense into this Guardian as well after already having encountered previous resistance.

"Well!" The Sunbreaker said cheerily, hauling herself out of the divot she had created. "I suppose these are the refugees I've heard so much about?" She called to Bulwark. The Exo nodded warily. "Perfect! Sorry I'm late, got hung up a ways back. Few hunters and a warlock wanted to mix it up when they caught wind of my assignment." She dusted off her greaves and then removed her helmet, extending a hand to Bulwark in greeting.

The Exo felt like someone had just pulled the plug on him. "You." He breathed, the scout rifle falling from his grip to land in the dirt. It was her.

It was her.

She offered him a blithe smile. "Yeah! Mithrax told you I was coming?"

Bulwark floundered momentarily, jerkily tilting forward to shake her hand. Guardians aren't supposed to investigate their past. "I'm B-Bul-Bulwark. Twenty-six. Bulwark-26." He stammered, crouching to pick up his weapon.

Her gaze grew distant, brown eyes focusing on a point far beyond the Exo. "Bulwark-26...huh. I feel like…" Her words drifted off and she shook her head, running a hand through shaggy brown hair. "Heh, sorry. I'm Delta! Just Delta."

"You don't remember me?" He didn't know why the hell he asked, of course she didn't remember! Most Guardians didn't recall who they had been before they became Guardians. They all came to the Light as equals no matter their status in their first life. Stupid! He scolded himself. He could feel Rex giving him the proverbial hairy eyeball, but he couldn't bring himself to look at the Ghost.

Delta's eyebrows knit together and for one disorienting moment, she looked exactly like the woman he had once known. Care-worn, face smudged with dirt, some deep worry furrowing her brow… "Now that you mention it, were you on that fireteam a few weeks back?” She asked, tapping her chin in thought. “Y'know, in the Cruci-”

"No." Bulwark cut her off brusquely. "Never mind. It's not important." The Crucible stirred up too many of those phantom memories for Bulwark-26 to venture into it casually. He could only assume he had been very good at what he did before his death. Though...clearly not that good. He had died, after all. "You're here to help me get these people to safety?"

"'Course!" Delta replied, seeming none the worse for the wear in spite of his rude interruption. She fastened her helmet to her hip right above her tattered titan mark and then beckoned his nervously-chittering charges. "C'mon guys, your paradise awaits."

…

He volunteered for a patrol detail in the Botza slums after the refugee skiff escorts had slowed. Several, in fact. So many that they eventually became routine. The Eliksni of House Light weren't a threat, but then again, they weren't the ones he had been concerned about to begin with.

Bulwark broke up multiple scuffles between the Eliksni and the Guardians or civilians that seemed to think they were doing the right thing by harassing and bullying his charges. Many refugees began to recognize the booming roar of Bulwark's voice even from a distance and they would come scampering to help remove their brethren from whatever conflict had arisen. The number of Guardians that Bulwark escorted out of the district by the scruff of their hoods, the hem of their robes or the seat of their marks bordered on obscene. That self-righteous glow of the Light would be the death of them all, and Bulwark's patience didn't last long past the beginning of his patrols. It was with a grim familiarity that he accepted the responsibility of keeping the refugees safe.

It was how his time had always been spent.

Delta, the ghost of the past herself, would often sign on for patrols as well. Bulwark had to admit (if only to himself) that she was an excellent partner. Her Sunbreaker skills came in handy more than once against the solar shields of the Cabal that still wandered the far reaches of the City, she never made much in terms of unnecessary conversation, and she even offered to buy him a drink after their shifts.

Bulwark wasn't quite sure why he continued to decline her invitations.

He had never dared to try and get closer to her in her…first life, painfully aware of his mechanical form and the blessing-curse of being infinitely recycled. She isn't for you, he had told himself sternly time and again. She had deserved the chance at safety, at some form of normalcy with her own kind. There was also the added benefit of her not seeming to have any interest in him as well, her indifference lessening the depth of his emotions.

Now though, she was in the same boat as him. Gloriously expendable, eager to help, her eyes bright with the energy of a New Light. Yet Bulwark declined all the same, leaving her to drink alone with the sensation of something akin to self-loathing hanging heavy in his chest.

Bulwark reasoned privately that it felt a bit like cheating the system, to just assume to be close to someone because you had known them once before. People changed, and Guardians certainly changed. The Risen were clean slates, and from what he knew they only occasionally bore fleeting glimpses of their first lives. It was an unspoken rule that one didn't go looking for their past, as it only seemed to bring more questions.

She continued to hang around, though. Not pressing, just offering. Friendly. Normal, a smile on her face that warmed her once-sad eyes.

And he continued to be civil, and continued to turn down her offers.

…

"What happened?"

The Kell of House Light, Mithrax (known to his people as Misraakskel), sighed heavily enough to make his rebreather rattle before greeting the Exo. "Velask, Bulwark." Two of his hands continued to sift reverently through the wreckage of what had once been a Servitor. Overhead, the first few flakes of snow began to drift gently down, beginning to cover the ground in a thin blanket of white.

The titan jerked his head to the side, indicating his impatience. "Mithrax." The Sacred Splicer Kell had a tendency to sit on ceremony a little too much around Guardians, often waffling unless prompted.

Mithrax hesitated, the hiss of ether the only sound for a moment. "The people of your City...they have destroyed much of our ether processors." The large Eliksni raised a third hand to halt Bulwark's impending tirade. "They are still...uncertain of the Eliksni of House Light. They blame us for the Endless Night.” His hand gestured upwards to the darkened sky. It had been devoid of light over the Last City for many weeks while Mithrax and a few brave Guardians waged war on a different plane of reality. “It is a coincidence, but the timing of it is suspicious. I do not fault your people for being wary of us.”

"Uncertainty is one thing, but I'm not about to let your hatchlings starve because someone listened to the wrong Exo!" Bulwark retorted sharply. That may have been the wrong way to approach the subject; Mithrax audibly huffed at his words. The Exo attempted to soldier on, "Are there reserves somewhere? Can I...I don't know, secure a spot for a new Servitor? Something. I’ve seen too many refugees waste away to just sit on my hands and watch.”

Mithrax went silent and still; Bulwark could feel the Kell studying him intently. "If I do this," the Eliksni began after some time, "I will know immediately if you decide to betray us, Bulwark."

"I won't." The titan promised firmly.

"Many strong words have been said easily. Do not offer us empty assurances." Mithrax warned. "I will know." He sighed again, and then continued, "Variks knows of our servitor stores on Europa. He can guide you to them. We have reserves, of course, and that will sustain us for the time being. I had hoped to build the stores a bit more before proceeding to transfer them, but it seems that our time has been shortened."

Variks, the Loyal. House Judgement's last holdout, once a denizen of the Reef. Bulwark nodded, going to depart. However, Mithrax stopped him before he could, three large digits gripping the titan's shoulder.

The Kell growled, "come out," his words infused with an unfamiliar gravity. It sent a chill down Bulwark's spine. That must be the commanding tone of the Eliksni authority, the Kelsvoice, the one that made The Spider quake in his proverbial boots.

"Sorry! Sorry, sorry. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, just didn't want to interrupt." It was Delta, the woman emerging from behind a half-destroyed wall with her hands up. "I heard some weird transmissions earlier as I was signing on for my patrol and I saw some civilians skulking by the edge of the district, probably because of frickin’ Lakshmi, so I wanted to…" She trailed off, obviously noticing the destroyed Servitors. "Oh no, Mithrax."

The Kell sagged visibly, releasing Bulwark. "It will be alright, Delta. Bulwark has offered to assist us."

Bulwark hesitated, glancing at Delta. The other titan raised her eyebrow in query, immediately offering, "You want a partner?" Instead of deciding for himself, the Exo looked to Mithrax. It was only fair for the Kell to have the last word; his people were on the line.

Mithrax seemed to ponder, then nodded slowly. "This is acceptable. House Light trusts the two of you. Can you recommend any replacements for patrols while you will be absent?"

Delta snapped her fingers. "Don't you fret, big M! I've got just the gang for you."

The Eliksni tilted his head. "Big...M."

...

"No place like home for the Dawning, eh Bull?" Delta yelled over the howling winds.

"Technically, yes." Bulwark grunted, continuing to trudge forward to the Charon's Crossing outpost that Variks had claimed as his own upon his arrival to Europa. "I do not recall it, however."

Up a slight rise the two trekked, the driving wind threatening to rip them off their feet and fling them into the yawning chasm alongside the path. Bulwark-26 grimaced, squinting on reflex even though his helmet was keeping the snow out of his face. The outpost seemed to materialize from the blizzard, invisible one moment and then reappearing the next like some frigid mirage.

“Hey Bull! You ever read any Lovecraft?” Delta called from behind him, her voice a little strained. When the Exo turned, though, she wasn't facing him. Instead, she was looking backwards, towards the black form of the Ziggurat. The horizon was clear in that direction and he could plainly see the sharp edge of the esoteric structure's highest tip scraping the sky.

“I don't believe so, no.” Bulwark answered slowly, confused at this turn of conversation.

“Don't. Save your sanity.” With that frankly baffling tangent obviously over, Delta turned to face him once more. “Let's get a move on!”

The large Exo clicked his mouthplates together, annoyed, but moved doggedly onward to the outpost. It was incredible just how much the building did to deflect the wind and snow, the overhang by the front entrance alone reducing the howling to a dull whistle.

"Hell of a way to spend the holidays." Delta griped, stomping her plasteel sabatons on the ground to keep warm while Bulwark fought with the outpost bulkhead. "The wind cuts right through my armor! You feel it too, right?"

"Yes." He continued to push and pull at the door, finally managing to turn the lock and unlatch the heavy thermal plating. His mind turned to Titan at the familiar sensation, the constant hiss of air from the pressurized bays, bulkheads opening and closing over and over, Hive build-up thick on every surface–not now. "Variks?" He called, rapping on the outside of the door with the back of his gauntlet. He noted wryly that Delta had cupped a fusion grenade in her hands, cradling it close in an effort to stay warm. “Put that away, you'll give the old man a heart attack.” He muttered, making the woman snicker and chuck the cooking explosive over her shoulder, sending it sailing into the rift below the station.

Out of the dim interior of the building there was an insectoid clicking, and it was with great caution that the scribe of House Judgement emerged from the shadows to greet the two. "Velask, friends. Misraakskel has sent you, yes?" He questioned narrowly, one of his remaining hands resting on the butt of his pistol.

"Velask, Variks! Who else but us?" Delta said with a smile, opening her arms wide to indicate she was unarmed as she bowed. Granted, with the Light there were very few ways to truly unarm a Guardian, but Variks seemed to appreciate the gesture. Bulwark observed the shift in his posture to something a little less…ready, and did the old scribe the favor of mimicking said posture. "You staying warm, Variks?" The female titan continued, the concern in her tone surprising.

The Eliksni shook his head, murmuring, "Variks regrets to inform the Guardian that he is, in fact, not very warm at all. With all the House Salvation Eliksni on Europa, food and warmth are scarce."

"Good news, then." Delta tugged a small package out of her hip pouch and extended it. "Dawning greetings to you!"

"Dawning...Variks remembers Dawning, yes. Many Guardians bringing treats to their allies. It is good to be the friend of a Guardian, yes?" Variks accepted the box after looking at it for several moments, and he quickly opened it up. "Coldsnaps, yes? Very good, very good. Variks sees that House Light has been sharing with the Guardians."

"Eido's work keeps us educated."

After spending so much time around the Eliksni, Bulwark realized that he had picked up on a few of the nuances in regards to their expressions. Variks clicked meditatively at Delta's reply, his eyes slanting downwards. “But not enough to keep ills from happening, yes?” The scribe hummed, his tone brimming with polite hostility.

“Don't worry about that. Bull and I will deal with the clowns that keep creeping back into Botza.” Delta asserted confidently. “They're young and dumb, probably just scared. Lakshmi talks a great game.”

Variks’ eyes shrank to irritated slits in his weathered face, that insectoid chittering filling the silence for a moment. Clearly there was no love lost between the Future War Cult and Variks of House Judgement. “Variks hopes so, for the sake of your people and his own, yes. Variks believes we need not repeat the past.” He leaned heavily on his scribe staff, the wind seeming to have gone out of his sails. “It will take time to secure the Servitors. They are hidden, yes, very safe. Many hours,” he warned, “Misraakskel knows. Very safe, but very far.”

“Where? We can-” Delta was cut off by a sharp gesture from one of Variks’ arms.

“No!” The former scribe barked, and Bulwark got another fleeting glimpse of the deep fear that so obviously plagued the Eliksni. Even after all of their help, after everything they had done to strengthen the bonds of this particular fellowship, some wounds just couldn't be mended so simply. “Eliksni will bring them here, yes. Five Servitors.” Variks continued calmly, as if to smooth things over.

To her credit Delta just stepped aside so Variks could use his comms system to hail whatever clandestine parties he had available. The woman fiddled with her gauntlets momentarily, then tipped her head to aim the curved viewport of her helmet at Bulwark. “We should go and pick up some patrols. Thin the herd a little and stir things up so our friends can get their job done easier.” She suggested.

Bulwark nodded in agreement, offering Variks a belated and stiff bow. “May the Light provide.”

“For you as well, friends.” Variks waved half of a coldsnap in their general direction, the chain veil covering his mouth jangling softly with the movement.

The duo of titans departed, Delta leading the way with steps that were not-quite stomps. Bulwark simply waited patiently, taking the brief moment of silence to check over his gear. Predictably, it wasn't long at all before Delta spoke again. “Man, no matter how many times I talk to Eido I always put my foot in my mouth when it comes to Variks.” She said unhappily. “I don't think he likes me.”

“We are titans.” Bulwark-26 pointed out bluntly. “It's an uphill battle for us in regards to the Eliksni. Saint-14 is doing his best, but we can't expect miracles. I don't blame them for thinking what they do about us. A lot of hatchlings were raised hearing stories about the Saint, after all.”

“Yeah, and definitely not good stories either.” Delta agreed, her tone glum. “I wish there was some way to make things easier for…I dunno’, everyone involved.” She kicked a snowdrift, clearly frustrated.

“Mithrax trusted us to bring the Servitors to safety. That's a pretty big step.” The Exo gave her a pat on the shoulder which she comically staggered from. His laugh was, as ever, a strange approximation of synthetic sound. “Have patience. We have all the time we need, New Light.”

Delta scoffed at the nickname. “I'm not even new anymore! It's been years, when are people gonna’ stop-”

“Never.”

…

The Eventide Ruins were much less ‘welcoming’ than Charon's Crossing, but at least there was more cover. Without saying a word to one another, the two titans immediately set into the work of being a distraction. Patrol beacon after patrol beacon was pinged and subsequently completed, objectives accomplished and targets annihilated. They worked together in near silence, both used to how the other operated after their rounds in Botza. Bulwark told himself he was just staying close to Delta because she radiated heat, the woman absently tossing her smaller solar hammer back and forth from hand to hand when they weren't actively engaging the opposition. It had nothing to do with the creeping sensation of familiarity that he desperately attempted to ignore every single time he came to Europa, and it definitely had nothing to do with his rapidly-blooming feelings for the woman.

Who she had been before and who she was now…it felt like a betrayal to even think it, but Bulwark-26 preferred her now. She just seemed more confident and sure of herself, which he supposed came with the Light. It was easy to be confident when you felt untouchable.

Like Cayde.

Bulwark shook his head, draping the belt of ammunition over his arm while he reloaded his heavy machine gun. “You fired six bullets.” Delta snarked at him, making the Exo smile beneath his horned helmet.

“That's six less I would have in the chamber the next time these House Salvation punks want to come at us.”

Delta hummed noncommittally and Bulwark heard her stifle a yawn a moment later. The sound reminded him of how worn he was as well; they had been running and gunning for hours without stopping. He had been so eager to help that he hadn't registered the faint weariness tugging at his limbs. And if he was tired…

“Bull, I gotta’ rest soon. I'm dead on my feet.” Delta's admission was all Bulwark needed to justify his own desire for a halt, the Exo quickly agreeing with her.

“As soon as we find a defensible position.” Bulwark noted with concern that Delta's armored boots were now melting the snow around her feet with every step she took. She was obviously having more difficulty regulating the Light in her body, another unfortunate side effect of her ignoring her limits. “Delta,” he began.

“I'm fine.” She cut him off. “I've dealt with worse than this. I did have to make it to the Last City alone, y'know.”

You were on the outskirts of the City when your building collapsed, it wasn't exactly a long walk! Bulwark bit his proverbial tongue, setting his jaw against the words that wanted to erupt out of him. It would be needlessly cruel to tell her how she had expired. She must have been terrified, pinned beneath thousands of pounds of rubble before she eventually succumbed.

To think of her trapped in the pitch-black, wounded, waiting for help that would never come while the Cabal gunned down survivors…

Bulwark's throat ached.

“Understood.” He said instead, defaulting to a mechanical response. It was less messy that way, less…emotional.

Delta turned her helm far enough to the side that he knew she must be able to see him, but she offered no further conversation. The chill in the air between them had nothing to do with the temperature.

They were making their way across a broad open expanse of snowfield when something suddenly struck the side of Bulwark's helmet with enough force to topple him, his auditory sensors ringing from the deafening noise of air bursting out of the cracks in his helm. The Exo clawed frantically at the snow in an effort to regain his footing, feeling more than hearing the shrapnel launcher blow apart the ice inches from his head. The radiation of Europa rushed into his broken gear, sour wind tearing through the framework of his jaw and writhing down into his lungs.

His fist met the ice and a barricade half-formed, shimmering glassily into being. Bulwark couldn’t maintain his focus long enough to entirely solidify the structure, but it was something-

A familiar sabaton crashed to the ground next to his forehead, the plasteel now red-hot and glowing. He was abruptly warm, so warm, bathed in a radiant light like Sol's sun. He dared to look up, finding Delta standing over his body, her stance broadened to account for the width of his shoulders. In her hands resided her enormous Devastator Maul, the heat of the thing making the air around it bend and sway.

Far enough that they hadn't noticed in the poor visibility conditions, but near enough that it could easily take potshots at the duo, the enormous Fallen raised its shrapnel launcher once again, its roar echoing across the ice.

Delta batted the largest projectile away with her maul, the woman taking a labored step forward. Ice at her feet immediately liquefied, causing her to sink slightly into the ground. She grunted in annoyance, then tilted forward and broke into a loping sprint. The maul sang a hissing dirge as she ran, the woman using her momentum to smash through the support struts on the small deck the Fallen stood upon. After that, she quickly adjusted her grip on the maul and swung violently upwards to unmoor the platform from the cliffside, sending a fiery shower of sparks whirling as she did.

The deck began to slide down the side of the glacial abyss, leaving the large Fallen to scrabble desperately at the glassy edge of the cliff before the entire platform tumbled into the unknown.

Rex darted around Bulwark's head, the Ghost working quickly to reconstruct the shattered metal and plasteel that graced the Exo's face before he suffocated in the radioactive atmosphere. Bulwark just watched Delta's back, stunned silent. The woman's shoulders were hunched, fists clenched tightly at her sides after the maul fizzled out. She looked half-ready to jump into the fissure after the Archon-sized Fallen.

The Exo swallowed even though his frame had no need to do so, raising his voice after a moment. “Delta?” He called, still a little dazed. When his eyes finally refocused Delta was standing over him again, that impassive helm unreadable as she offered him a hand.

“I need to rest.” She stated flatly once he was upright. No longer was there any sort of levity in her tone; she sounded utterly defeated.

Bulwark clasped her arm instead of replying, his nod all the answer he could give. For some unknown, immensely frustrating reason, his voice refused to cooperate. Delta slumped forward against his shoulder momentarily, her helmet clattering into his pauldron. His arms raised in a stilted attempt to embrace her, but then he hesitated. What if she-

Delta's fingers rasped against the armor on the small of his back, the woman taking the initiative to hug him tightly. Bulwark felt like his sigh was crushed out of him, his own gauntlets finding purchase on her back. “I'm alright,” he soothed, the modulation of his voice burring oddly. Radiation must have fried my voiceprint. “Didn't mean to worry you.”

“I wasn't.” She insisted stiffly, still clinging to him.

“Right, of course.” Bulwark raised his head, squinting off into the distance. “Let's make our way to that building. We can sweep it and then get a few hours of shut-eye.”

She released him, and Bulwark wondered at her seeming reluctant to do so.

…

A few hours of rest, he told himself. Their Ghosts could alert them to any activity. Just a few hours.

Bulwark sat down heavily once Delta melted through the ice coating the floor, unrolling his bedroll with a quick snap of ultralight nylon. He then draped the orange and navy fabric around his shoulders, attempting to warm it up a bit before he climbed in. With a flash of humor he noted that Delta's sleeping bag had a few singed holes in it. “Hot sleeper, eh?” The Exo teased, smiling when Delta huffed and flapped a hand at him.

“You wanna’ be warm or not?” She retorted, her trusty grenade crackling between her fingertips while she forced the large bulkhead door closed. The air scrubber rattled to life after the environment was sealed, vents creaking as they warmed from use.

Bulwark-26 laughed, bowing his head as he conceded to her point. “Fair enough, fair enough.” In the gloom of the room via the glow of his own orange optics he could barely see her groping forward, the woman finally crouching to rifle through the pouches on her discarded utility belt. A small folding lantern flickered on, momentarily blinding the Exo.

“You hungry?” She asked, not waiting for a reply before tossing him a ration bar which landed in his lap. It threatened to taste like meat and cheese, ‘made with five percent beef and real dairy!’ Bulwark snorted, but thanked Delta all the same and cautiously removed his helmet. Food was food, after all.

“I've got some freeze-dried fruit.” He offered once the two of them had verified the air was safe and started gnawing at the ration bars. “If you want dessert and your jaw isn't worn out, of course.”

Delta's eyes lit up. “Hell yeah, thanks Bull.” Her Ghost (a paranoid little cube named Sinclair) actually made a rare appearance, hovering beside her head for a second or two while she instructed him to keep watch with Rex.

The two Ghosts departed, reluctantly leaving their Guardians alone. Oddly, once the Ghosts had made their exit, Delta seemed to grow tense.

Bulwark watched as her shoulders tightened into a rigid line while she slowly worked her way through a crunchy, freeze-dried strawberry, the woman sitting in the least-relaxed position he’d ever seen. Even her empty left hand hanging over her knee was balled into a nervous fist.

When Bulwark glanced at her face, the woman was studying him. “Hey, Bull, I…can I ask a question?” Her voice squeaked a little, devoid of its usual confidence. The Exo inclined his head, struck with an immediate sense of dread at the way her expression twisted. “Do you–er, that is, do Exo…c-can you guys have–” Delta paused, her face reddening while her hands fluttered helplessly.

Bulwark blinked. The momentary shuttering of his optics wasn't required for survival, but it was something Exos did anyway. Like eating, and sleeping, and…

Oh.

“Intercourse?” He supplied bluntly.

Delta reacted like he'd just uttered some sort of unspeakable word, the woman making an odd noise in her throat and frantically gesturing at him. “W-Well, yeah, I guess!” She finally exclaimed, her cheeks still flaming red.

“We can.” Bulwark didn't understand why she was behaving so strangely. Reproduction was normal for humans, and Exo were human previously. “Many Exo partake in the act, even if it doesn't bear fruit.”

Delta was coughing now, the female titan rushing to slosh some water into her mouth to quell the spasm. A weak, “ah,” was all she eventually managed to wheeze out, however.

“Why?” Bulwark pressed, curious.

“W-Well I–I was just wondering, I guess, I uh, I hope that's not offensive to…shit, I should have thought of that beforehand.” Delta half-hissed, as if to herself, then said, “I'm sorry, I promise I'm not trying to be rude!”

“You're alright.” Mildly amused, Bulwark decided to push a little more. “I take it this has been on your mind?”

Delta huffed out a breath, looking away. “Lima mentioned some things to me about how her…about how she works.”

Bulwark-26 barely refrained from rolling his eyes. Lima-4 the warlock was strong, funny and reliable, but she was also an incorrigible flirt and tended to overshare. “So you wanted to ask about different models?”

“Y-Yeah.” The woman's gaze was locked on her knees. Bulwark wished for a fleeting instant that she would look at him again. “I'm really sorry, Bull.”

“I said it's alright,” he chuckled, “don't worry about it. I'm happy to answer any questions you've got.” It's not as if you were concerned about it the first time around. The thought caught him off guard, but Delta was now leaning forward, her brown eyes intent on his face. A tremor ran through his frame and Bulwark forced himself not to clear his throat in order to break the silence. Another unnecessary tic left over from who he had once been. “So ask.” He grunted after several seconds of her examining him.

“How does it…how does everything work, exactly? Like is it a pump system, do you have multiple attachments…?”

Bulwark couldn't help the little snort he let out. An involuntary response to humor; the habit was a bad one. “Some frames use attachments, yes. We all have the potential for change, if we are unhappy with our original settings and concerned about possibly triggering DER.” He then shrugged. “I'm not an expert on how it all actually functions, of course. You'd have to ask the Head.” He didn't like saying ‘Clovis Bray’ aloud. The name filled him with an anxiety that bordered on superstition, which he knew was foolish.

Delta rubbed her upper arms, warding off the chill. “That's wild. I guess you wouldn't know though, would you? That'd be like expecting me to be a neurosurgeon or something just because I'm human.”

Relieved, the Exo nodded in agreement.

“Have you ever slept with a human, then? Or an Awoken? Are they–l-like…” She was visibly struggling now, her brow furrowed. “Compatible with you?”

Bulwark was a little stunned at this abrupt and personal turn of conversation, but he answered as best as he could. “T-They are compatible, yes.” Internally, he cursed his stutter. It wasn't due to nerves, of course. Rex must not have fixed his voiceprint properly, that's all.

Delta's thumb landed on her lower lip, the woman's teeth worrying the skin momentarily. Bulwark prided himself on his restraint, impassively watching her thumb indent the soft surface of her lower lip and absolutely not wondering about how his metallic jaw might raise goosebumps on her skin. Definitely not.

He didn't think about things like that.

“Have you?” Delta's query was soft. He almost hoped he had imagined it.

“Yes.” Bulwark kept it short. To the point. An answer without any added fat, enough to satisfy but only just. He should have known she would be hungry for more.

“Did you…did you like it?” It was unfair really, that she could sound so shy while prying so deeply.

“Yes.” Bulwark paused, setting his jaw. “Have you?”

Delta bit her lip, shaking her head. “You think I'd be asking all this if I had?” She laughed, seeming a little sheepish. “Nah, never had the chance to try with an Exo. Being a New Light keeps you busy!”

Bulwark-26 had to agree with that, remembering all too well his months of defending the wandering refugee band.

And her.

“That's why I like you, Bull. You'll at least let me take a damn break every once in a while.” Delta ticked a finger downwards at her sleeping bag. “You don't treat me like I'm some sort of unstoppable freak of nature.”

“I don't expect humans or Awoken to be able to ignore their limitations like I can.” Bulwark leaned his head back against the wall, staring dully upwards at the frozen ceiling. “I am, after all, designed to overcome the frailty of a flesh and blood body.”

“But even you get tired, don't you?”

“It takes…” The Exo hummed low in his throat, an unnecessary processing delay. “...it takes much more strain to exhaust me.”

“Interesting.” She sounded a little faint. “Well, I'd uh, I'd better get to bed. After all, we don't know when we'll be called, right?” With that, Delta quickly shuffled down further in her sleeping bag, the woman hooking the top of it over her head and effectively ending the conversation.

Bulwark couldn't help a brief smile at the sight of her wriggling worm-like in the bedroll, the Exo soon following suit. The floor was cold even through his sleeping bag, making the male titan grunt in annoyance and then shift his weight onto his back. He could see the faint reflection of his optics on the ceiling, the light dimming while his mind wandered aimlessly.

She didn't care, back then…

He must have drifted off, because the next thing he knew he was blinking sleepily up at the ceiling once more. A repetitive noise had roused him, a quiet and continuous rustling of nylon fabric. Punctuating that, however, was a sharper clattering sound. Bulwark wracked his mind, trying to recall what the noise was.

“Delta?” He finally spoke up. The clattering paused.

“W-W-W-What, Bull?” The woman mumbled drowsily.

She was shivering, her teeth chattering. That was what he had been hearing; she must have been doing it in her sleep.

She's going to freeze. As ludicrous as the concern was (she was a Guardian), once it grabbed hold of him he couldn't seem to shake it. Torn between offering to share body heat and just rolling over and trying to go back to sleep, his sense of empathy naturally won out. "Bring your sleeping bag over here." Bulwark grumbled, making a curt gesture. Delta obliged slowly, shuffling across the floor in her bag on her knees and then dropping down alongside him.

"I'm fuckin' freezing." She admitted with a shuddering yawn.

Bulwark jerked open his sleeping bag, entirely forgoing his painstaking stoicism in favor of wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. "Why didn't you say anything?" Damn it, woman.

"Didn't want you thinking I was helpless, one of Shaw's little blueberries. I'm pretty good at taking care of myself, just more used to the temperate climates." Delta yawned again, snuggling down into his grip. “An’ I'm too tired to use the Light…t'warm up…”

She still continued to tremble uncontrollably, making the Exo frown. He carefully tucked the other end of his bedroll beneath her and then pressed himself even closer in an effort to warm her. Being an Exo, he could adjust his body's temperature independently to some extent. After all, what use was a killing machine that might freeze or overheat?

Delta's tremors finally eased a few moments later, and the woman groaned and stretched. “Ugh, I hate how tight shivering makes my shoulders.” She complained, turning over and burying her face in Bulwark's chest. “Remind me to pack my warm pajamas next time.” Bulwark froze at the sensation of her breath on his neck, the Exo's fingers momentarily digging into her sleeping bag before he could force them to relax. Delta wriggled in his hold, the woman arching her back against the pressure and then sighing, “mmm, that's nice. Thanks Bull.”

Bulwark didn't trust his voice, certain that it would make some sort of odd, squeaky sound if he attempted to respond, so he just nodded, his chin tapping against her forehead.

“Hey, Bull?” The female titan murmured. He could feel her lips moving against his neck when she spoke, and it was as if every faux nerve in his body focused down on that one spot. The Exo made some noncommittal noise in reply, barely a grunt. “I don't know how much more forward I can be here.”

It took a moment for her wry tone and verbiage to penetrate the haze of sensation he was battling with, but Bulwark's orange eyes eventually rolled downwards, the Exo studying the crown of her head.

“Like really, I don't know.” Delta mumbled, her fingers digging into his thermal shirt. “Do you not like me? Should I back off?”

Bulwark closed his eyes, praying to the Traveler or whatever else might be listening for patience. “I like you.” He admitted.

“Okay, so…?” Delta trailed off, the woman obviously waiting for him to elaborate.

Bulwark crushed the heel of his hand against the corner of his right optic socket, the dull pressure grounding him somewhat and urging him to stop running. “I…knew you. Before.” The confession was painfully soft, but at least now it was started. He heard her gasp. “You were a refugee. We never even exchanged names, but we traveled in the same group for…a very long time.”

“I remembered the pine trees.” Delta said, her voice shaking. “Pine trees and then there was this…purple dome. It was you.”

“Yes.”

She asked, “why didn't you say anything?!”, her fists resting on his chest while she pushed herself back so she could see his face.

The truth. “Guardians aren't supposed to go looking for their past, and,” he hesitated, avoiding her inquisitive eyes, “and…I was afraid.”

“Of what?”

Without thinking he replied, “Of you.” Then, frantically, “Of you being different! O-Or you not feeling anything for me, or-”

“Bull.” Delta cut him off, her forehead pressed against his own. “Are you kidding me?”

“I assure you, I've said nothing close to a damn joke while I've been talking.” The Exo half-snarled, his hackles raised from a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. “I didn't want to ask. Ever. As an Exo, I…can't give people certain things. I couldn't promise you anything,” Bulwark's voice faltered into a mutter, “and it didn't even seem like you wanted anything from me the first time around. I figured I should just let it be instead of muddying the waters-”

Delta kissed him, so hard that Bulwark could feel her lips crumple slightly when she pressed them to his mouth. “I want you.” The woman gasped once she pulled away. “I want you. Please.”

His heart was trying to erupt out of his chest, the synthetic organ hammering at his metalloid ribs. Bulwark's hands clenched into fists without his input. “Please, Delta, I-” Don't do this to me. Don't let me hope. “If you want me like you say you do, I'm never letting you go again.” The titan said fiercely. “Please understand that I take this very, very seriously.”

“As opposed to how lightly you take everything else.” Delta retorted dryly, her expression slowly softening while she looked at him. “I understand, Bull. Not like–everything. But I do understand. It's okay.”

Bulwark's fingers were trembling when he carded them through her shaggy brown locks. The woman tipped her head, leaning into his touch with a quiet sigh. “I can't do this halfway.” Bulwark warned, feeling like he was begging. Tell me to stop. Don't let me do this to you. “If I…”

“I want you to fuck me.” Delta interrupted him bluntly. “I've wanted you to fuck me since I first met you in Botza.”

“That long?!” Bulwark asked, flabbergasted when she nodded. A bashful chuckle accompanied the motion, the woman still seeming a bit embarrassed despite her straightforward words. “You could have said something!”

“You didn't seem like you were interested! I didn't want to be pushy. I figured you probably got a lot of unwanted attention from New Lights anyway.” Delta reasoned, raising an eyebrow. “You did patrol the city limits most of the time. You were basically like the welcoming committee.”

Bulwark thought about it, bewildered to realize that it was, in fact, true. He had led so many Eliksni through the rubble of Botza, he had nearly forgotten about the fresh Guardians that kept popping up as he went. “I was more like the unwelcoming committee,” he mused ruefully. “At least all it would take is one kick to the teeth and they would come back a little more contrite. I don't recall any of them viewing me overly fondly.”

“Well, that's not what I heard.” Delta insisted, “I heard you were very popular with the blueberries. The Pronghorn Titan who roams the borders, rescuing stragglers as he goes.”

“And who told you that? Lima-4?”

“Alright, alright, point taken.” Her mouth was suddenly on his neck, teeth clicking against the plating there. Bulwark shuddered, uncertain of how to respond. It had been…

Well, it had been a very long time since he had indulged like this. “What do you like?” He breathed. Delta nudged him onto his back, the woman straddling his hips after a moment. She shifted her weight, staring up at the ceiling as she did. Bulwark blinked, confused when she swore under her breath.

“Well this won't be comfortable. Your hips are too broad.” Delta finally complained, stretching her left leg out. “I'll cramp in two minutes flat! Give me a second Bull, I can come up with something else.”

“My everything is broad, I don't know if-”

“Got it!” Delta got up off of him, hauling at his arm until he rolled over. “Like this, yeah?” She instructed, propping him up onto his forearms so she could pantomime getting beneath him. “And then I'll be on the ground!”

“On your stomach or back?” Bulwark grimaced uncertainly. “That's where all your vital organs are, though. What if you get too cold, pressed against the floor?”

“I will live with the consequences of my actions.” With that grand statement, Delta began to tug down her thermal pants. “I'll be on my stomach then, that way I can basically leave these on!”

Bulwark exhaled, a bit thrown off by how excited she seemed. Surely she couldn't be that interested in him? “Alright, but we need to make sure you're warmed up at least.” He insisted.

“Sinclair can just repair whatever happens.” Delta's reply was so blasé the Exo had to catch the wall for stability.

“What the hell do you think I'm going to do to you?!” He snapped, but then felt his fingers dent the metal framework he had latched onto. Shit. “I'm going to do my best to not…hurt you.”

“Oh, likewise! But accidents happen, I know.” Delta shrugged with a little grin. “Sometimes things get away from us, and I can be pretty impatient.” As if to prove that point, the woman spread her legs as best as she could with her thermal layer still bunched up at her knees. Strands of wet arousal laced back and forth at the apex of her thighs, a few of them snapping under the burden of their own weight. “I want you, Bull. And I don't want to wait anymore.”

I want you.

The Exo dropped to his knees in front of her, hesitating for a split second before shoving his right arm and shoulder in between her legs to open her up even wider. The thermal pants flopped down around her ankles, then stretched taut across Bulwark's back.

Delta yelped, doing her best to balance on one foot with her other one hooked over Bulwark's shoulder. “Bull!” She exclaimed, clinging to his shoulders. Bulwark's hands came up, gripping the backs of her thighs and steadying her. The Exo, already half-feral from the length of time he had spent trying not to think about this, burred loudly in his throat and then struggled to shove his mouth clumsily against her cunt. He had no nose, so the task was a bit more difficult than it should have been, but after he shifted his posture and nearly took her other leg off the ground in the process, he managed to open her up wide enough for him to press his mouth against her.

Delta whined out, her fingers slipping helplessly across the smooth metal of his head. Bulwark gently began to work on her clit, worrying and teasing the bud by capturing it between the warm plates of his lipless mouth. Overhead, he heard Delta make some odd noise and then she was quivering with every touch, her noises intensifying when the Exo sought out her entrance with one of his fingers. She was wet enough that his digit slid in without resistance, so he swiftly followed it with a second. Unyielding metal thrust upwards and then curled, causing Delta to whimper and jerk her hips forwards.

“You're shaking,” Bulwark mumbled through half a mouthful, tilting his head so he could glance upwards at her.

“Of–Of course I am!” She panted, her face flushed. “Bull, you're-”

Bulwark hummed against her clit, startling another, much louder cry out of the woman. He then fastened his mouth down, tugging and rubbing as best as he could. All the while his fingers worked inside her, spreading her wide to make what came next a bit more manageable. “Do you want me, Delta?” He asked softly, his free hand shifting down to his groin in order to slide the plating on his pelvis to the side. Bulwark didn't often take himself in hand, so the feeling of his fingers wrapping around his cock was more than enough to have him groaning.

Delta didn't give him much time to think about it, the woman abruptly grabbing the back of his head and crushing his mouth against her cunt. Bulwark, thoroughly dazed, obediently did as he was instructed, the Exo relishing the sensation of her fingernails digging into the back of his head even as her thighs attempted to close down on him. She had devolved into chanting his name, her back arching helplessly against the wall while she rocked herself down onto his waiting mouth and fingers.

When she came, it was preceded by a burst of heat and light. Bulwark flinched, originally startled, but he then felt her throbbing around his fingers and he realized what had happened. “Easy,” he soothed, stroking her trembling thigh. “Easy, it's alright, turn it down. You're safe with me.” Delta sobbed out overhead, the sound gut-wrenching, and Bulwark felt a few tears hit his cheek. “It's alright, shhh, you're safe.” He continued to murmur quietly, easing her down so she could collapse on their sleeping bags. She was shaking wildly, her eyes wide and full of tears as she stared up at him. Bulwark hushed her again, smoothing her tears away with his thumb.

“Wh-What happened?” She finally hiccupped, her eyes closing when the Exo ran his hand over her forehead to push her sweaty hair out of her eyes. “I…that's never happened before, holy shit.”

“There's always work to do. Sometimes you just-” Bulwark shrugged, “-build up a backlog, I guess. How do you feel? Do you want some water?”

“Y-Yeah.” The woman gratefully accepted the canteen he passed her, and Bulwark heard the condensator begin to rev as she drained the remaining contents. “You're incredible, Bull.” Delta panted, wiping her mouth. “Let's keep going.”

“I…” Bulwark frowned, skeptical. “Are you sure? We can stop.”

“No way!” Delta protested, grabbing his arm. “Please, I swear I'm fine. Please.”

The urgency in her tone struck the Exo crosswise, sending a shiver down his spine to curl hotly in his groin. “If you're sure.” He was mildly entertained by the way her eyes kept darting to his cock, like she wanted to look fully but was too embarrassed to do so. “See?” The Exo rested his dick in his palm, effectively giving her permission to stare. Which she did.

Intently.

“How does it feel?” Delta asked, sounding a little nervous.

“Touch it and find out.”

“Is that…okay?” She was reaching out even as she spoke, so Bulwark just nodded in reply. “How should I…I mean, just like normal or-?”

“Yes.”

Delta ran a finger down the length of his cock after he had tugged his pants down to his thighs, making the Exo bite back a sharp intake of breath. “Oh, it's warm! I don't know why I thought it would be cold.” She grazed the side of his groin plating, examining his pelvis with obvious curiosity. Bulwark grunted, every touch making him want to buck and writhe against her hands, but the large Exo managed to keep himself under control. “You're pretty big, so I guess it makes sense that your…er, that your hardware is big too.” The woman seemed like she was thinking out loud, wrapping her fingers around his cock to give him a firm stroke.

Bulwark couldn't stop the sound he made then, his hips jolting forward. Delta huffed out a breath, her eyes widening slightly. “Delta, I…I would like to continue.” The Exo tried to keep his tone level, the task made extremely difficult by the way Delta was moving her hand. “Soon, if possible.”

As if waking from sleep the woman blinked up at him, nodding so rapidly he was worried her neck would give way. “Yeah, absolutely!” The female titan then rushed to roll onto her stomach, wriggling her hips upwards as if to entice him. Bulwark shifted his weight, straddling her body and then craning his neck to kiss her. Delta crooned into his mouth, her rear pressed firmly to his pelvis. “Please Bull, please.” She begged softly.

Bulwark slid his pants down further, fumbling with them for a moment before resigning himself to stripping them off entirely. The Exo titan tugged the sleeping bag up and over the two of them, his cock slotting in between Delta's thighs as he moved. Delta's breath hitched, the woman slipping a hand down to palm him and give him a few lazy strokes. Bulwark grunted, feeling his dick prod her cunt with every motion. “Ready?” He asked, his jaw set to keep him from making any excessive noise.

“Mmhm,” Delta murmured dreamily, her fingers tangling in the bedroll beneath her as Bulwark tugged her hips up slightly and pressed the head of his cock in. “Oh,” the woman moaned, the sound stretching until it broke as Bulwark fully buried himself in her body. “Bull, ah-”

The Exo wasn't doing much better than her, all things considered. Locking his jaw had helped somewhat, but he could hear the roar of his breath through the framework of his face and that didn't exactly cut down on the noise. He forced himself to remain still, giving the woman time to actually adjust to his size. Delta wasn't making it easy however, gasping into the sleeping bag and bucking herself backwards in an effort to get him to move. Bulwark finally latched onto her hip with one hand, preventing her from moving. “I will fuck you once I think you're ready.” The Exo seethed in her ear, “take a damn second and breathe.”

Delta slumped down fully prone on the bedroll, the woman whimpering but obediently going still in anticipation. Bulwark could feel her walls throbbing around him, the Exo broadening his stance and then rocking his hips forward until his pelvis met her rear with a dull slap of skin and metal. Delta's knees slid across the sleeping bag for a moment before she managed to slightly raise her hips, giving Bulwark a better angle. Grateful, the Exo tucked an arm beneath her hips to prop her up. Delta cried out at the sudden adjustment and Bulwark hooked his hand down over her pubic mound, bracing his forearm on the floor while his fingers found her clit once more.

“Bull!”

“Shh,” Bulwark grunted, “you're going to make our Ghosts think something is wrong.” Delta's cries became low, stifled groans, the woman burying her face in the bedroll as Bulwark rolled his hips. “Delta, you feel so damn good.” The Exo growled in her ear, chuckling when she writhed against him. His index finger grazed her clit and he relished the way her body jumped in reply, tremors racing down her thighs. “Love how you respond to me,” he continued, his voice burring in his throat. “I'm glad you're enjoying this.”

“Bull…” Delta gasped, her hand wrapping around his wrist so she could move his fingers the way she needed them. “Fuck, Bull, I'm going to-”

“I know, Delta.” Bulwark soothed, “let go, I've got you.” He sheathed his cock in her welcoming pussy, feeling a rush of heat and liquid that began to slowly drip down his inner thigh plating. “Good girl,” he praised her breathlessly, stroking her hair as she quaked and spasmed beneath him. “Come for me, Delta.”

The woman collapsed on the sleeping bag, moaning out his name when Bulwark propped himself up and rutted down into her. All the guilt, all the shame at what he had considered misplaced feelings, all the worry over what she thought of him, thought of his weakness…he couldn't even think about it for once, his mind wholly, gloriously blank except for her name. He realized in a daze that he was repeating it over and over under his breath as he fucked her, the sound forcing itself out through his locked jaw.

Gods she was so wet, so warm, like she was made for his sensation-starved body. She raised her hips up in an effort to give him that better angle once more, but Bulwark pressed a hand to the small of her back, silently telling her to relax. This was more than enough for him. Getting to experience this closeness, this vulnerability…it was more than enough.

“I-” Bulwark hesitated, his words failing. He covered her with his body, threading his arms beneath her stomach to secure her in the apex of his thighs so he could slowly, leisurely rock down into her. The Exo fucked her open with methodical strokes, knocking the breath out of her with every motion. He knew he must be making a mess but he couldn't bring himself to care, too enraptured by the noises she was making and the way she clung to him to be overly concerned about later problems. Her voice broke, reducing her to making pitiful little sobs and gasps that had Bulwark's cock the hardest it had ever been.

The Exo moved more frantically now, hands sliding up her torso and finding their way beneath her shirt. Delta arched her back, filling his palms with her breasts as she did, so Bulwark kneaded the flesh and teased her nipples much to her obvious delight.

Her hand wrapped around the back of his neck, pinning his jaw to her shoulder, and Delta whispered, “come for me,” in a tone that brooked no argument. Bulwark grunted, shuddering. His voiceprint glitched momentarily, dropping by several octaves and issuing this strange rumbling growl that made Delta purr and fuck back against him in response.

“Damn it.” Bulwark snarled, grabbing onto her hips and holding her still as he came. It was an odd sensation to find himself nearly winded, the Exo having to brace his weight on the floor momentarily.

Delta went pliant beneath him, the woman moaning out a tremulous ‘holy shit’ when he asked if she was alright. Uncertain as to what that meant, Bulwark took it upon himself to tug her thermal shirt back down, smoothing out the wrinkles in the fabric.

“Delta?” He queried again, wanting to be courteous but fumbling a bit on his phrasing. “I'm going to…uh…pull out, alright?”

Delta waved a limp hand back at him, which he took as a go-ahead to withdraw. The Exo cautiously pulled away, warning her not to move as he rushed to dig through his supplies for something to clean up the mess he had made. Finally settling on an unused undershirt, the titan made quick work of wiping her down. The woman remained slumped on the bedroll so after another moment of silence, Bulwark gingerly wriggled her pants up her thighs, situating the waistband properly and then settling back onto his haunches to study her nervously.

Was she upset? Had he done something wrong? Why was she so quiet?

A snore abruptly interrupted the tense stillness and Bulwark had to muffle his laughter with his sleeve, the titan relieved beyond reckoning. Asleep. She had just passed back out, obviously still weary. He doubted his ‘tender attentions’ had done much to dispel her exhaustion. Thank the Light.

…

When the call came through a few hours later, it found the two titans wrapped around each other, both sleeping soundly. Requisition hovered uncertainly, letting Sinclair take the initiative to rouse the Guardians. Bulwark woke at the first chiming hum from Sinclair, but chose to remain where he was for one last peaceful moment.

“Variks is ready.” Sinclair repeated to the sleepy Delta, tone soft but firm. “He says to be wary, House Salvation is rallying after your efforts earlier.”

Delta groaned, stretching her arms overhead and then shaking Bulwark's shoulder. The Exo growled something unintelligible, a fist meeting the floor and scoring another dent in the plating when he propped himself up. “Un'nerstood.” He mumbled through a broad yawn, metalloid jaw issuing a loud clunk with the motion. “Three minutes to put the kit back on.”

“Three and a half?” Delta bargained, already strapping on her greaves. She had always been quick with her armor, but the rest of their camp could take longer. “Some of these clasps are fiddly.”

“Variks is waiting.” Bulwark reminded her while shrugging on his underlayer of plasteel weave, grinning when she rolled her eyes. “And House Light. Just think about how happy this will make Misraakskel.”

Delta puffed out her cheeks, seeming to turn the idea over in her mind. “Alright, yeah, I get it. Let's bring those Servitors back home.”

“That's the plan.” Bulwark helped her settle her helm down onto her gorget, wiggling it back and forth until he felt it slot properly into the weave. His own helmet followed, and Delta took it upon herself to straighten the crooked latches securing his right pauldron as he donned his gauntlets.

“There.” She said finally, having fiddled with it for much longer than Bulwark would have deemed necessary. The woman then cupped the side of his helmet, tapping her forehead against his jaw. “Let's go.”

“Understood.”

The two of them stepped out into the snow once more, joined hands held for a brief moment before being dropped in favor of slinging weaponry forward into a usable position. Back to work. Bulwark glanced down, watching Delta deftly slot shells into her shotgun.

“Hey, I…” the Exo paused, fiddling with his scout rifle while he tried to force out the words. He could feel Delta looking at him, the woman waiting patiently. In a way, it was like she always had. “You want to go for a drink sometime?” Bulwark-26 finally mumbled gruffly. “My treat.”

A gauntlet landed on his shoulder with the clatter of articulated digits, Delta's laughter crackling through the speakers on her helm. “Really, Bull?”

The Exo shifted his weight awkwardly, nodding. “I'm…I'm sorry I took so long.” He apologized, the words a little stilted.

“Hey, I'm just glad you finally came around.” Delta gave him a gentle jab in the ribs with the butt of her shotgun. “And now I can show you where my favorite spot is! It's going to be great.”

Bulwark wanted to scold himself for smiling over something so mundane as a favorable response, but at the same time… “I look forward to it, then.”

“Me too.” Delta heaved a heavy sigh, “but first, the job. One more thing to shoulder, eh?”

“We're titans.” Bulwark reminded her, knocking a prong into the side of her helmet. “We carry the world's burdens. We are the wall against which Darkness breaks.” He could feel her rolling her eyes. “We will keep them safe.”

“I know.” She leaned into his prong for a fleeting moment, then straightened back up. “We've got this, yeah?”

“There is no alternative.”

“Traveler, you sound so fucking old.”

Bulwark cuffed her good-naturedly around the back of the helmet, his laughter no longer feeling quite so unfamiliar. Delta's own laugh rang out and the woman bolted off, sabatons punching through the icy crust on the snow as she went.

“Don't get left behind, big guy!” She called.

“Not a chance, New Light!”

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