These are literally just quick bits of IRL conversations between my best friend (@mynightterrorwolf) and me. With cameos from the other OC’s.
After a long day of Iron Banner and Strikes, Richa and Zorlee where sprawled out on the couches of Richa’s apartment while Revenant was leaning against the couch that Richa laid on playing his game.
“Okay. I’ve finally dismantled all the useless junk.” Zorlee said, setting her stylus down and stretched out on the loveseat. Richa who at the time was stroking circles in her lover's shoulder ceased her movements and rolled over hugging a throw pillow to her chest.
“You know if you liked some of those weapons you could’ve just infused them as you got higher gear,” Revenant said.
“Yes, but they’re taking up space. And I got a bunch of enhancement cores. So I infused that ugly looking armor with my Wings Of Sacred Dawn robes.”
“Hey,” Richa said looking at Zorlee with a bored expression.
“Hm?” Zorlee replied looking back at her. Richa pointed up to the wall.
“There’s a bug up there,” she said in a monotone voice. Revenant turned his head to look as Zorlee jumped and rolled off the couch.
“WHERE?!” she screeched.
“On the wall. Kill it!!”
“NO! That's a spider!” Zorlee said jumping onto the coffee table. Revenant snorted looking around her leg to continue his game.
“I know. Kill it!!!!” Richa yelled at her.
“I don’t wanna kill it!” Zorlee grabbed one of their burger wrappers, “I don’t see it.”
“It’s right there on the wall!”
Zorlee threw the wrapper at the wall, which only accomplished knocking the spider off into the floor causing both girls to scream and run out of the room. Revenant watched, sighing picking up his controller.
Quickshot (4/?) Did you have to send me all those messages? ...Yes.
These are literally just quick bits of IRL conversations between my best friend (@mynightterrorwolf) and me. With cameos from the other OC’s.
Richa disentangled herself from Revenant’s arms and legs, rolling over to turn on her datapad rubbing her eyes. Revenant grumbled rolling over to nuzzle his head into the back of her neck.
“Turn it off and come back to bed.” He mumbled sleepily, holding her waist tighter.
“Sorry babe, I promised the Commander I’d take over the morning patrol with Risha and Ren.” She said stretching out and kissing Revenant’s head. “When I come home I’m all yours.”
“Fine.” He grumbled, optics closing as he watched her and Amon get ready and leave.
12:00
Richa stretched her arms out as she walked into her and Revenant’s room only to find him glaring at her datapad.
“Uh, honey?” she said, resting her Trinity Ghoul in its holder on the wall. “Any reason why you’re glaring at my datapad?”
“It’s been going off all morning long. Who is messaging you so much?”
“Don’t get jealous.” She playfully teased him, picking up the datapad as he sat back crossing his legs only to unfold them as she sat down in his lap.
“I am not jealous.”
Richa just smirked as she opened the messages and scoffed, “By The Light!”
Ten attachment messages from Zorlee
“Really Zorlee?!” She quickly typed to her best friend.
“Well, you said you didn’t mind how many cat GIFs you got,” Zorlee replied.
“But did you have to send all those messages?”
“.....”
“Yes.”
Richa groaned, head lolling back onto a laughing Revenant-22′s shoulder.
These are literally just quick bits of IRL conversations between my best friend (@mynightterrorwolf) and me. With cameos from the other OC’s.
Richa, Zorlee, and Ren sat in Zorlee’s ship as they flew into the Last City.
"You sure you're ok with coming, Ren?" Zorlee asked looking back at the young Warlock. Ren laughed softly, a sheepish smile on her face.
"I'm sure. I need to get some things anyway and there's a new bookstore in the supermall. I wanted to see if there's anything I'd like to read."
Zorlee snickered, "Oh. So that's why you want to go, huh?"
"Maybe." Ren giggled as Richa, who for the most part was reclining in the co-pilot's chair, reached over to the center console and picked up a pack of gum, plucking a stick out and tossing the box back into the compartment as Zorlee switched the overhead music. As Richa started to chew the gum her head lolled over to look at her best friend.
"Don't judge me." Zorlee snickered, a wide grin plastered on her face.
"Fuck you," Richa said, tossing the gum wrapper at her face.
These are literally just quick bits of IRL conversations between my best friend (@mynightterrorwolf) and me. With cameos from the other OC's.
“You know the deal, hun.” Revenant-22 grinned, mouth lights bright with amusement. Richa glared at him, hard, blue eyes glowing brightly. With a loud groan, she stood up walking to Zorlee, who was shaking up the hair dye bottle. “You lost the bet!”
“Fine, ok. Where do you want to do it on the bed or the chair?” she mumbled rubbing her face.
“Hm,” Zorlee pulled a chair out. “Chair.”
“Wait, what did you just say?” Revenant-22 questioned, turning around from his game.
“Do you think there’s anything here?” Zorlee asked as she opened what seemed like her 100th box.
“No idea, what does Asher need again,” Revenant said rummaging through the undercarriage of an Interceptor.
“I have no idea, a phase converter? Is that an actual thing?” Richa questioned opening a box and blinked.
“You three are idiots,” Amon said scanning a pile of boxes with Dinklebot and Aku Aku.
“Whatever, little bulb. Richa, have you found any-” Zorlee stopped as she saw Richa with a cookie in her mouth as she worked to push something into a box and put the lid back on it. Raising an eyebrow she crossed her arms over her chest, hip jutting out to the side. “Having issues?”
Richa stopped fussing with the mysterious being and the box and just looked up at her best friend. Suddenly a figure popped up from the box, his red hood had fallen from his helmet.
Revenant, hearing the commotion walked over and sighed once he saw Richa chewing on the cookie.
“Where did you get that hun?”
“She stole it from me.” the mysterious figure said.
“You weren’t eating it and I was hungry.” Richa shrugged swallowing the last bit. “So, are you a Guardian orrrr.”
“I’m gonna let that one go,” Zorlee muttered rubbing the glass of her helmet to wipe the dust off it.
“Yes, I am a Guardian.”
“How come I’ve never seen you at The Tower? Or the Last City?” Richa said, placing her fists on her hips.
“Haven’t been around much.”
“I am so sorry about my gir-”
“Hey you got any more cookies?” Zorlee said pushing past Richa to look around the box that the hunter was standing in. Revenant sighed a deep sigh as he facepalmed.
“Hey don’t push me! And if there is save some more for me!” Richa said, helping Zorlee look.
“I’m sorry about them. They’re... erm... how do I put it?”
“Strange?”
“Yeah. They’ve always been that way. I’m Revenant-22 by the by.” Revenant said holding his hand out.
“Attack,” the hunter, Attack, said shaking Rev’s hand. Revenant chuckled.
“You already met Richa, who we nicknamed Potato Girl.” he said gesturing to Richa, who was holding a package of cookies up away from Zorlee.
“Um, why do you nickname her Potato Girl?”
“She has an obsession with mashed potatoes and a friend of mine, J, started calling her that. And the other one is Zorlee, Richa’s best friend, and lastly,” he gestured to their Ghosts. “The one that has whiskers and ears is Amon, Richa’s ghost, the snowball one is Aku Aku who belongs to Zorlee, and this one,” He said as the third ghost twirled around his hand, “Is Dinklebot.”
“You’re a family,” Attack mused, an amused smile on his face behind his helmet.
“A dysfunctional one, but yes. Richa and Zorlee have sisters as well. Richa has twin sisters and Zorlee has younger sisters.” Rev said taking his helmet off, red eyes watching his beloved Titan constantly.
“AHA!!!! I FOUND IT!!!” Zorlee said, ripping a phase converter from a nearby Interceptor, to which it exploded.
“Guardian down!” Amon exclaimed, expanding.
A deep, heavy, weary sigh escaped the red and black Exo’s mouth. Attack just grinned and snorted.
Hiya! If you made it to the end, I hope you enjoyed it! I’ve started writing little quickshots based around conversations between me and my best friend, @mynightterrorwolf , who owns lovely Zorlee. Richa belongs to me, Your friendly neighborhood @that-one-potato-girl, and Revenant-22 belongs to my boyfriend. Now our guest star was Attack who is owned by @guardian-headcanons . Thank you a million times over for letting me use him and I hope I did him some justice as I am terrible at writing characters that aren’t my own.
Cold. It was very cold and windy. Ren opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the bright sun.
Snow, she was surrounded by snow. Confused she sat up, listening to the snow creak and crunch, the snow was cast in reds, greens, blues, golds and violets as an Aurora Borealis danced in the night sky. In the distance, a small village rested between two towering peaks. Mount Bona. She was in Olden Alaska. Why was she here? But, something was amiss. There were little lights in the village, twinkling like little lightning bugs. Then she heard it, voices, children laughing. Life. She stood, her robes were replaced by what seemed like a pre-golden age parka. Perhaps even a Yup'ik parka, the reindeer furlined coat was warm and soft as it blocked the wind and cold from her head to knees that curved in a “U” and smelled of tanned hide. Her legs were swathed in the same kind of fur as her parka, as were her calf high boots that attached to her trousers.
She stood up, grabbing a discarded sealskin bag and walked towards the village. A sense of dread rose up in her chest as she headed to the village and she paused after a few steps then she realized noticed it. A bright light, no many bright lights. She gasped in horror. A raid, it was a damn raid. She turned to run towards the village but was stopped short by a burning sensation in her chest, and she gasped, not in surprise, but pain. Blood trickled down from the corners of her mouth. It splattered to the ground and Ren, the Awoken beauty of the village, fell onto the cold unforgiving snow, her crimson liquid pooling underneath her, as shadows passed by, disturbing the crimson and white snow that had seemed so delicate a matter of minutes ago. But now, now that snow would witness a great deal of bloodshed.
A small face appeared in her vision. A child, no more than two winters, then a young girl of perhaps five winters, a woman of seventeen winters. All six pairs of bright blue eyes stared down at her, screaming.
“Get up!” “Get up!” “Get up!”
Ren jerked awake with a loud gasp, small hands gripping the stark white sheets that encased her and her sleeping partner. Panting softly, she looked around the room. A dream, oh how foolish she had been. It was only a night terror that plagued her tonight. Looking over the shoulder of the sleeping giant, she read the clock’s time, 2:33 am. An hour, she had gotten an hour of sleep. Mind you she could’ve had more than an hour, had Shaxx not distracted her with other activities.
Turning to said man, she watched him sleep, slightly envious that he didn’t stir from dreams as easily as she did. But nevertheless, she smiled a loving smile at the Crucible Master, placed a kiss on his cheek, and disentangled herself from his naked bodies iron grip on her. He shifted slightly, possibly due to the sudden chill that took her place as she moved away quietly to send a message to her twin sister, Risha, to meet her in the Courtyard.
Picking Shaxx’s shirt off the floor, she put it on, inhaling the smell of a thunderstorm and a faint smell of mint and pine, her smell. Ren couldn’t help the smile forming on her lips as she quietly left their sleeping quarters and moved into the kitchen, slightly gliding above the floor. A quiet schwoom sounded in the space as Cleo, Ren’s ghost appeared from the bed she shared with Bill to hover above her mistresses shoulder.
“Can’t sleep?” she whispered softly as Ren moved around the kitchen, premaking Shaxx’s breakfast and putting it in the oven, setting it on a low temperature to keep it warm. “Oh, you’re going somewhere. And not telling Shaxx.”
Ren stared at her Ghost before poking its “eyeball” gently and turning to make Shaxx’s coffee, which she also left the heater on the maker for the coffee as well.
“I’m going to tell him. Just not in person.” Ren’s voice, usually soft and melodious was hoarse with sleep and slight fear.
“Alright. What’s going on Ren.” Cleo questioned, floating in front of the Warlock. Ren groaned softly and sat on a barstool.
“It’s nothing to worry about Cleo. Just a vision.” Ren said softly, touching Cleo’s eye again and pulling up her inventory and pulling out nine Arctic pearl shaders. Switching to her inventory, she began putting the shaders onto her armor and weapons. Finally, she pulled Cleo to her and putting the color into her shader spot. She kept her golden edges and swirls, but her base color changed from black to a light iridescent lavender which when Cleo turned shone white, and a light bluish green. Smiling to herself, Ren sat back removing Shaxx shirt and throwing it to the laundry basket.
Cleo circled Ren, transmatting armor onto Ren’s lithe body as she grabbed her weapons from their slot quietly, to which Cleo put in her inventory.
Grabbing a pad and pen, Ren wrote out a note quietly and left it next to the coffee maker before making her way out of their flat, locking the door behind her.
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Dear Shaxx,
Don’t worry, I will be home before the week is out. I had some matter’s to attend to further north. I left your breakfast in the oven, your favorite to make up the day I will miss while I am gone. But I will make it up to you when I get home if the answers I seek don’t leave me dejected. Happy early Ressurection Day. I love you.
Zavala always got up early so Risha, too, got up earlier than her friends, but after 3 days of non-stop patrols and fighting, the hunter was exhausted to the bone. He looked back at the young Guardian and smiled fondly as he sat up.
“Is it time to get up already?” she murmured tiredly, shifting, opening one eye to look at him. He smiled rubbing her back, pulling the covers back up over her where they fell off her.
“Just get some rest, honey. You deserve it.” He said kissing her cheek as she turned, grabbing his pillows and cuddling them breathing in deep.
Before he left the room, he looked back at her small frame and noticed her armor and weapons were polished and laid out ready for her to wake up.
“Hm…” he pondered as he walked out to the empty courtyard and transmatted into orbit as the stars started to wink out.
Risha stretched out and rolled over, further entangling herself in the blankets. Her Ghost, Saffron, nudged her gently.
“Come now, dear. Up and at ‘em.” Her melodious voice said softly.
“Do we have to?” Risha said, her usual honeyed voice rough and groggy from days in the field and only a day and a half of sleep to make up for it.
“Yes, Zavala’s been gone for a while, dear. If we want to go to Mars, now would be the time.” Saffron said transmatting Rishas’ armor and weapons to her inventory and began making her coffee and a muffin as Risha untangled herself from the sheets sitting up, Zavala’s shirt hanging off her shoulder.
Wiping her eyes, Risha grabbed the coffee and sipped it gently while nibbling the muffin.
“Not hungry, dear?” Saffron chirped in her mom voice.
“Only a little.” She said, voice slowly returning to normal. “It’s still good though.”
Saffron chuckled flying to her and disappeared into her chest.
“Good.”
Risha finished her coffee and put the rest of the muffin in the rooms mini-fridge for later or for Zavala and started dressing into her armor.
“Okay. Off to Mars,” She said transmatting to her ship and set her destination for Mars, watching the stars speed by.
“Mars – the first place where humanity encountered the Traveler. Home to the Clovis Bray Research Facility and lost wonders of the Golden Age. The icecaps have kept those wonders hidden for hundreds of years. But the return of the Traveler’s Light has sounded an alarm heard throughout the system… and perhaps beyond. “
The ship slowed and entered Mars’ orbit and headed for the icecaps. Warsats were falling back into Mars’ orbit so Risha had to maneuver quickly around and away from them.
“The Red War is over, but Ghaul’s forces, what remains of them, have been scavenging during their retreat. And now that Warsats are falling out of orbit near Mars, the Cabal are headed there too. I’ll plot a landing course.” Saffron said turning to look at Risha. Risha nodded steering through Mars’ thin atmosphere as Saffron flew around the cabin humming, straightening the mess.
Suddenly the comm system started going off and Risha’s heart skipped a beat. Has Zavala realized she’s left without saying goodbye?!
“That’s the private Vanguard channel,” Saffron said shell twirling.
“Mayday! Mayday! Do you copy! Vanguard access code 03056… GET AWAY FROM MY GHOST, YOU FROZEN – Guardian, requesting backup! I repeat! I need back up here!”
Risha and Saffron turned to look at each other, Risha’s brows knitted and Saffron’s crown lowered slightly. Saffron looked back down to the comms as Risha tried to re-stabilize the ship’s trajectory.
“This frequency is reserved for official Vanguard business. So, look, whoever this is…” Saffron said in her motherly voice.
“That’s cute! You’ve got one of the uptight ghosts.” The mystery guardian said.
“Uptight?” Saffron grumbled, causing Risha to laugh, which earned a glare from Saffron.
“Nah, she’s just got a motherly programming in her.” The red-haired Guardian said shaking her head.
“I’m uploading coordinates to a safe landing zone. Please hurry.” The mystery guardian said as Risha received a set of coordinates and flew to them.
“All right, but you’re going to owe us for this one,” Saffron said sternly. Suddenly a Warsat shadowed them and Risha quickly maneuvered away from the fast-moving object before it hit the ship and knocked them out of the air.
“I wouldn’t have called you down here unless it was absolutely critical. The most dangerous weapon in this system is on this planet, and an entire army of Hive is trying to destroy it. I need your help,” Said the voice as Risha approached a large glacial formation and transmatted down. She looked back and watched her ship fly back to orbit.
Pulling Saffron out to her hand she looked at her HUD. Olympus Descent, Hellas Basin.
‘What a lovely name.’ she thought to pull her Scathelocke out and made sure it was loaded and checked her secondary, Coldheart, and switched her Power Weapon to D.A.R.C.I. and set out to the coordinates the stranger provided.
“We’ve touched down on the surface of Mars, Guardian. What’s your status? Are you safe?” Saffron asked as she trekked down the slippery, snowy slope.
“I hate snow and ice.” She grumbled pulling her Kairos cloaks hood further up to protect her neck from the cold.
“For now, but there’s a whole lot of “not safe” between us and the Clovis Bray facility, which is where we need to be,” She replied as Risha walked around a corner, sliding off the edge. Using her knife to anchor herself from falling into the frozen water, she hauled herself up grunting. Saffron appeared and stared at her.
“I’m fine.” She grunted kicking her heels activating her traction soles and started on.
“What’s so important there?” Saffron said disappearing back into her.
“Warsats, like the one that almost hit you on approach, have been dropping out of the sky since I got here. Which usually means only one thing…”
“Rasputin? The “greatest weapon of the Golden Age” you were talking about? But… that’s impossible.” Saffron replied.
“Nothing is impossible where Rasputin is concerned. Meet me at the facility.” The stranger said as Risha came upon a damaged Warsat. She looked back towards the glacial water and kept moving forward into a crack in the glacier. Risha moved into a cavern, only for Thralls to explode from the frozen ground and run for her, screeching and clawing. Removing her throwing knife from her chest plate she tossed it at the first one and hit it in the forehead before jumping up onto a stalagmite and started shooting at the rest. Before she knew it, she was launched forward, a searing pain in her back, a scream ripped itself from her throat and she tucked and rolled before she fell face first on the ice. Running to the stalagmite, she leaned her burning back on it to relieve some pain before leaning around it and coming face to face with an Acolyte. Surprised she stumbled back, her arm became hot and glowed a bright goldish orange as a grenade was launched to the group of acolytes. The cavern was lit in a bright glow as the grenade exploded. Soon more thralls ran from the path ahead and she quickly dodged their attacks before rolling to the cover of a boulder and reloaded her Scathelocke. Pulling out D.A.R.C.I. she leaned out slowly and aimed at the rest of them, they were just standing around. Smirking she held her breath, shouldered her rifle and aimed.
‘Morons.’ She thought quietly as she shot them down, one by one. When the last one fell, she switched back and ran towards the corridor and was suddenly launched back by two Knights.
“SHIT!!!” She sputtered as she rolled backward and hid behind her boulder again looking for a way out of there. She saw her clearing, switched her subclass and threw down a smoke bomb and became invisible. As the Knights were looking around for her she bolted back down the corridor.
“I’ve never seen Hive like this before,” Saffron said.
“As far as I know, they don’t exist anywhere but here.” The stranger replied as she continued to sprint down the cave. She passed by a cracked wall and was a little bit away when she heard the ice behind her shatter, she turned and growled. A knight with a shield lumbered after her and she turned around to keep running but was stopped by a horde of Thrall Exploders. Suddenly she had an idea, she threw her knife at them, turned back toward the knight and ran at him, deactivating the traction and slid under the Knight as the thralls reached the knight, exploding. Risha rolled covering the back of her neck as the Hive warriors were decimated in the multiple explosions.
“Ok. Let’s go.” Saffron said as Risha ran forward.
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As Risha walked to the end of the cavern Saffron was a little… salty.
“I think it might be time to call in help from the Vanguard.” She grumbled.
“Not a great idea. Zavala won’t be happy about us digging around Bray. He wants the past to stay buried. But we need to get in there to find out what’s going on with Rasputin.”
“She’s got a point, Saffron.”
When they exited the tunnel, Risha’s cloak had quite a few tears in it that Saffron quickly repaired.
“Hm. Well, at least we’re out of that nightmare.” She said softly.
“Yes, but we stepped into another one Saffron,” Risha said walking forward looking to her lower left HUD. Glacial Drift. She shouldered Coldheart and started walking forward.
“We always do.”
Suddenly green spotlight transmatting light appeared behind her along with the sound of fireworks and she turned around to face her twin sisters. Ren and Richa stared at her accusingly.
“Did Rev snitch on me?” she said taking her helmet off, her sisters following her motion. Their similar snow-white hair shone a dull orange in the Mars light.
“No little sister,” Richa said, stern voice the deeper of the three. Her black markings deformed with the disapproving look she gave her sister.
“You know you can’t keep what you’re doing from us,” Ren said, her soft voice barely louder than a light Earthen breeze.
Risha snorted, “What? You are using the Force now, dear sisters?”
“We’re only worried about you.” The shy warlock said softly. Risha’s gut immediately filled with guilt.
“I didn’t mean…”
“It’s ok, Risha,” Ren said softly putting her helmet back on.
“Hey. What are you doing here?” Risha asked looking at them.
“Rev’s busy on missions for Cayde and I didn’t really want to go with him, so I was basically just hanging around the Tower,” Richa said shrugging putting her helmet back on as well. “And Zorlee’s asleep since she just finished the Leviathan raid with Phoenix.”
“And Shaxx is busy with the Crucible today. Many Guardians are trying out the new arenas the Redjacks claimed. So, I just left him be and told him I was going on some patrols.”
“And that’s how we got here, little sister.” Richa gently pushed her, “We were bored.”
Risha laughed putting her own helmet on and turned back around and continued.
“Is that… Rasputin??” Ren’s voice said, awe and wonder thick in her tone. Now, she was in her element.
“I thought…” Richa said, for a Titan, she was quite smart. Though she still liked to punch everything in her way, she thought things through more than the Crucible master and the Titan Vanguard.
As they walked on to the building, an explosion happened in the distance and something big and wormlike moved out of the smoke.
“What was that?!” Cleo, Ren’s ghost, exclaimed.
Risha quickly pulled her Scathelocke off her back as thralls started running at them.
“Guardian, you still with me?” Ana asked over the comms, as Richa and Ren bent over panting.
“Surprisingly,” Richa grumbled, checking her leg where a Knight attacked her. “Worst time for an event to start. Thanks, Vanguard.”
“We’re clear. Where to next?” Amon, Richa’s ghost, piped up.
“We’ve found a Golden Age research facility buried inside a glacier. Where do you think? Meet me at the entrance to Clovis Bray.” Ana said as they headed towards the entrance to the warehouse.
“Well, she seems like a lovely Guardian.” Ren huffed holstering her Sunshot and changed Cleo’s shell shader.
“Yea, she’s got some attitude to her it seems,” Risha said walking to the door. Just as she was about to reach for the panel a snarl sounded from behind the girls. Whipping around, they raised their weapons to aim at the Knight when it was suddenly shot from behind and a Hunter stood up from the window.
“Uhhh… where did she come from?” Richa pondered aloud. “She wasn’t in that window before.”
“Hey, you made it!” She said excitedly and jumped down.
“Actually, yes. We did.” Amon grumbled twirling his shell in agitation.
“Well, there were a lot of them. But you did great.” She said walking to the door. When the girl’s back was to them, the three sisters looked to each other in exasperation. Richa’s shoulders were slightly tense while Ren’s leg muscles were slightly stiff. Risha’s hand was subconsciously gripping her knife and when she realized it she jerked slightly and released it.
“Come on, let’s see what’s hiding in here. Besides hordes and hordes of frozen Hive I mean.”
Now it was the Ghost’s turn to look at each other. Amon’s Iron Companionship shell twitched nervously while Cleo’s Bursting Wisdom shell flexed with anticipation. Saffron just floated beside Risha’s head, her green, blue, and grey shell relaxed. Risha knew better when Saffron took on an air of calm she was like Ren’s Stormcaller ability. She was enraged. She did not like Ana Bray.
“She’s going to get you in trouble with the Commander, Risha,” Saffron said floating in front of her.
“As much as I agree with that. There could be good loot rewarded for this, Saf.” Risha said smiling slightly.
“What is with you and your loot Guardians,” Saffron said as the three girls walked through the door.
“You six clear a path while I try to find a way into Clovis Bray.”
“We’ve encountered Warminds before, but Ikora said Rasputin was trapped on Earth,” Amon stated as the girls ran between a building and the wall, jumping on top of the crates.
“THE FLOOR IS LAVA!!!!” Richa said jumping from obstacle to obstacle.
“Rasputin is capable of operating across multiple systems simultaneously,” Ana said through the comms.
“So, all those times the Vanguard was trying to talk to him in the Cosmodrome…”
“They were engaging fragments of Rasputin left behind after the Collapse. But his core mind was always here.”
“Man. Talk about a sight,” Ren said as she and Risha leaped onto the ramp.
“Safe!” They yelled turning to their older sister as the lumbering Titan slammed down on the ramp grumbling.
“Ok, what do the two of you want?”
“Well… There’s a new book down in the city that I can’t afford right now.”
“And why can you not afford it?” Richa said staring down her youngest sister.
“Shaxx put a restriction on my glimmer account. Said I have enough books. But I’ve read them all.”
“Ok, ok,” Richa said and turned to Risha, who was staring at the Warmind intently. “And you Risha?”
“There’s an iridescent knife I’ve had my eyes on in the city as well.”
“I’m gonna be broke because of you two,” Richa grumbled, turning to her Ghost. “Amon. Set the orders up.”
“On it.” He stated and disappeared.
The girls continued, walking up to a set of trains. Richa walked to one and put her hand on the side of it.
“Is it just me, or do these trains look like they’re in good shape?”
“Well, I don’t think there’s any rain on this planet so that could be a factor,” Ren said as a Cabal drop ship flew overhead. The Guardians pulled their weapons from their back and charged forward.
As a Legionnaire started for Ren it was quickly dispatched by a swift punch from Richa, but her arm was grabbed by another and twisted painfully around and back. A scream of pain ripped its way through the Titans throat as Risha leaped up to a ledge and aimed D.A.R.C.I. at the Legionnaire and fired, his helmet exploding. Ren ran to Risha and activated her healing rift. Slowly the twisted arm re-aligned and was soon healed.
Quickly dispatching the rest between them and the building, the Guardians ran for the building and dispatched the enemies inside before they made their way to Ana and a console. Ana twirled around slowly, arms extended from her sides.
“I’m here. I’m really here. I can’t believe it. Clovis Bray. I’m… home.”
Risha could see Richa from the corner of her eye shaking her head at Ana. Ana may have missed it, but Risha and Ren heard the deep, disapproving sigh that came from their older sister.
“The main access is encrypted. Good thing I know a few tricks. At least that seems to run in the family.”
“Personnel Identified: Dr. Anastasia Bray.”
“Dr?” Richa teased. “Does that mean you can make my booboo feel better?”
“Richa,” Ren warned.
“What, I’m just teasing.”
“Welcome to the Clovis Bray Research Facility, the fabled “Cradle of Invention,” on Mars. You are part of an important moment in history. Together we will strive to reach beyond the stars. Remember, you are Clovis Bray.”
“Thanks pops,” Richa said distractedly loading her weapons. Risha and Ren inhaled deeply and shook their heads.
“And… we’re in business!” Ana exclaimed as a door opened, “On you go, ladies.”
Three heads nodded and walked to the adjacent room and up the stairs. A large statue of Rasputin stood tall in the back of the room behind a pool of water. Ren walked to the railing and leaned against it.
“Looks like Rasputin’s core is housed in a separate structure. Hope you’re up for a little exploring.”
Ren snorted walking away from the rail, “We always are.”
They continued up the left stairs and through another set of rooms before returning to the outside world.
Aurora Breach, Hellas Basin.
Pushing on, the team ran into another adjacent building.
“This place is freezing!” Risha groaned.
“I estimate it to be -210 degrees Fahrenheit.” Cleo chirped.
“I estimate it to be too damn cold,” Ren grumbled loading her Sunshot. She never did like the cold. Risha always found it odd as her favorite subclass was Voidwalker. She always found the Void class to feel cold and hollow coming out, as much as she loved her Nightstalker bow, she preferred the Golden Gun.
“This facility is massive.” Amon said in awe.
“The Brays dreamed big. I don’t know much about my family, but I know that.”
Moving past a room that looked somewhat of a lab, the trio looked at a small pipe.
“Great,” Richa exhaled. “Narrow tunnel.”
“Come on Richa, it’s big enough to fit that armor of yours.” Risha grinned looking back at her older sister. Richa slowly looked from the tunnel to Risha.
“Is it big enough for that oversized head of your’s little sister?” she said, putting her hand on Ren’s back gently to help her in.
“If it’s big enough for Ren’s brain then I’m sure it’s big enough for my ego.” Risha chirped and ducked into the tunnel. She heard Richa take a deep breath that was followed by a heavy sigh.
“Are you three always like this?” Ana’s voice sparked through the comms.
“Mostly. But this isn’t my normal fireteam.” Risha said as she exited the tunnel, “Ren’s fireteam was killed during the Red War and Richa’s fireteam is busy.”
“What about yours?” Ana asked cautiously.
“Never had one.” She replied flatly and cut the comms.
“Liar,” Richa said as she crawled out of the tunnel.
“She doesn’t need to know everything.”
“And yet you decided to tell her about my fireteam?” Ren said softly, a hint of sadness in her voice.
“There’s a difference between the Cabal killing your fireteam and you killing your fireteam,” Risha said slowly as she walked on.
“You didn’t kill them, Risha,” Richa said softly, reaching out to grab her shoulder but Risha walked on ahead.
“It doesn’t matter. They’re gone.”
“At least they didn’t have to suffer the Red War.” Ren lamented quietly.
“Come on you two.” Richa murmured softly, gently resting her hands in the middle of their backs and ushering them forward. Richa and Ren shook their heads and nodded.
“Yea. We’ve got things to do.” Ren hummed and walked back out of the building.
“I’ll tell you one thing… they certainly love their transitions.” Richa complained as they ran back into another building.
Mindlab: Rasputin, Hellas Basin.
“I’m picking up a lot of Hive activity. They’re swarming the core.” Cleo stated while the team ran across a catwalk.
“On it. Let me try to access the security systems.”
Marching into the next area, Richa was met with a volley of bullets and stumbled backward.
“Guardian down!” Saffron and Cleo exclaimed at once as Amon shell expanded with Light.
“Risha!! Cover me!!” Ren hollered and sprinted for Amon.
“It would’ve been better for me to revive her.” She muttered pulling D.A.R.C.I. out and looking down her scope firing off shots.
“HOLY SHIT!!!!” Richa wailed, holding her helmet, as Ren pulled her behind cover.
“Take it easy!” Ren screamed over the wail of the Hive spawn, popping off a few shots at the Wizards.
Richa moaned in agony as she rolled onto her knees clutching her helmet and pulling it off, only to vomit into a depression in the floor.
“S-sorry Rasputin.” She said once she heaved the rest of her lunch out.
“Less pukey, more shooty!!” Richa yelled switching to Coldheart and lasering a Wizard.
Richa chortled pulling Forgone Conclusion from her back, laying waste to the remaining enemies.
“Aaaaannnnnnddddd that is why you are Zavala’s favorite.” Risha holstered her knife back into its sheath.
“Only when it comes to missions.” Richa retorted pushing her sister gently.
Inspecting the farthest wall, Ren noticed an opening. Grabbing Richa’s shoulder pauldron, she pointed up.
“There, let’s go!” Ren hummed gliding up to the opening.
Richa looked at Risha and nodded leaped up after Ren. Risha watched her sisters disappear behind the ledge and looked back at the scenery before following them.
“What’s the status of the security system?” Saffron chirped, eager to get the girls to safety.
“I’m working on it. Hang in there.” Ana answered before cutting the line again.
Pushing forward they climbed up the narrow ramps to the top of the structure. Before Risha reached the top, Amon announced, “We got a big problem.”
“Come on Rasputin. Give me something here!” Ana barked. Richa snorted reloading her weapon.
“Maybe he’s pissed because I upchucked my ramen back there.”
“Well, that wasn’t really your fault. You just suck with Rezzing.” Risha prodded back at her sister, dodging a blast from an ogre. “Holy Traveler!!”
“Karma bitch!” Richa yelled running past her. A heavy sigh was picked up from Ren’s end of the comms.
Before Richa could jump down and activate Sunbreaker, a reddish-orange glow lit up their vision, annihilating the Hive spawn.
“It’s the Valkyrie. Rasputin’s weapon. I think… he heard us.”
Ren, Richa, and Risha looked at each other before taking off to grab a Valkyrie, pushing and shoving each other away.
“AHA!” Ren squealed, retrieving the javelin and removing her helmet. “Take a holo! I want to show Shaxx when we get done! He’s going to be so jealous!”
“I’m getting in this, too!” Richa exclaimed taking hers off as well and picking Ren up, flexing her free arm. Risha grinned removing her helmet and turned taking a picture, the ghost’s quickly joining in.
“ARE YOU THREE SERIOUS?!”
“As a heart attack.” The three Ghosts laughed flitting to and fro around their Guardians. A deep heavy sigh was heard on the comms before it was switched off, causing the Guardians to giggle hysterically.
“For once it wasn’t me with the deep heavy sigh.” Ren grinned widely putting her helmet on and picking the javelin up and running to the door. “And guess who’s here to greet us!”
The howls and snarls of the hive reached the Hunter and Titan as they ran into the fray, a volley of javelins, arc, and void bullets ripping the enemies apart.
After the last Hive was dealt with, the door unlocked, causing the three Guardians to look at each other.
“Ana? The door’s unlocked. Did you…?” Amon questioned as they walked inside.
“It wasn’t me. Maybe he’s inviting us inside. Maybe this is where questions finally turn into answers.”
“Or more questions.” Ren quietly responded. Risha’s gut started sinking, she had an awful feeling brewing inside her.
Waiting for Ana felt like an eternity to Risha, she was on edge and restless, pacing back and forth along the catwalk. Ren and Richa watched dully heads following her agitated movements.
“Hey! Sorry!” Ana exclaimed running up to the trio. “You three ready?”
Ana didn’t give them time to answer and marched on forward. Risha sputtered and ran up beside her, following her to the door. Ren and Richa looked back behind them to Mars’ landscape, noticing the sun was setting.
“It’s about to get colder.” Ren murmured, watching as the durasteel doors opened to reveal, Zavala. Ana didn’t move but Risha… Risha moved a step back.
Risha was the epitome of fear. Her pallor paled, her elbows were locked and pressed into her sides, muscles strung taught, eyes were blown wide, lips quivering ever so slightly. Her twins noted her eyes quickly darting behind her then back to her lover.
Risha was numb yet hypersensitive, alive yet dead, warm but cold. Her heart pounded in every inch of her, her wrists, her neck, the top of her booted feet, and her temples. Her breath came in slow, uneven pants.
Her mind was screaming at her to run, Run, RUN. Time was moving so fast and yet so slow, extremely slow. With every second she looked into her lover’s eyes, the more fearful she became.
No, Zavala, her lover Zavala didn’t incur these feelings. No… it was her SUPERIOR Zavala that did.
While Risha felt fear, Richa was ripe with anger. She did not like seeing her sister frozen in fear, trembling before a man who has promised to protect her.
Ren looked to Risha, noting her flared nostrils, gloved hands balled into tight fists, her muscles too were strung taught, but with a sense of protection. Her lips were pulled back in a silent snarl, veins pulsing and enlarged. Her once warm, soothing blue eyes were now cold, hard and bright with pure hatred. She was going into protection mode but still trying to fight off these feelings.
Inside her, Richa was a maelstrom of anger and violence. Her teeth ground, her heartbeat pounded, pulse racing. Her body was tensed, hot, extremely hot. Her vision was blurred. Tunnel vision she knew. Her mind was bellowing at her to grab Risha. Protect, Protect, PROTECT THEM!!! Protect your family from anyone who threatens them. Destroy them, annihilate them, save them. Save them. Her pulsing heart… slowed. She entered a state of calm anger. Of critical thinking, and then, she was a literal eye of the storm. Slowing her breathing she relaxed her tense muscles, heat subsiding eyes dimming slightly. She would only act if Zavala acted first. Sounds rushed back in and she took in her surroundings.
“Hello, Guardian.” Zavala’s tone was the same as always. But Risha heard the underlying anger. She back up slightly.
“Oh, Shhhh…anks.” Ana cursed looking down slightly.
“Z-Zavala…” Risha whispered shakily. Zavala started towards her, expression tight and furious. Ren and Risha took a step forward ready to defend her.
“What do you think you’re doing? Do you have any idea how dangerous this thing is?!” Zavala approached her forehead creased and wrinkled.
“I…” Risha shuddered out, shaking slightly.
“What were you doing to Rasputin?” Ana questioned walking behind him.
“Rasputin is Vanguard business, Anastasia. Not yours,” Zavala turned his head to Risha. “You do not belong here.”
“Zavala… I…” Risha started stepping towards her Titan.
“I beg your pardon?!” Anastasia exclaimed angrily. Risha reached out to Zavala, but he moved, confronting Ana, scolding her like a disobedient child.
“You belonged in the City! But instead of standing by your brothers and sisters when Ghaul cam for us…” Risha grabbed Zavala’s arm gently, a reminder to keep himself grounded. It wasn’t Risha he was furious with… it was Ana. “You were here doing what you always do – what you were never supposed to do.”
“I did what I believed to be right. I came here to protect Humanity. Isn’t that what Guardians are supposed to do?”
Risha reached out with her free hand and rubbed Zavalas back gently, her fear forgotten.
“Zavala…” She murmured softly. He turned his hard gaze on her, meeting her eyes.
“Don’t think you three are out of this yet.” He declared sternly.
“Hey!!” Ren and Richa whined in unison.
“We just came because we’re bored Commander!”
“This is a war of many fronts. And there’s more than one way to fight it, Zavala.” Ana stated, turning to face the Titan Vanguard. “Look, you tried to shield the entire world, but you can’t. There’s got to be a better way.”
“And you think Rasputin is the answer? It’s gone silent. It’s a broken weapon. Too dangerous to be left alone, and too unpredictable to wield.” Zavala countered, which in turn, made Ren sigh a heavy sigh.
“That might be true. Or maybe he has nothing to say. Maybe, just maybe, we never bothered to ask him what he wanted.”
“I don’t have time to go through this with you again. You had no right…”
“So. Should we just get married and adopt Ana? Because you two argue like father and daughter.” Risha joked, causing Ren and Richa to snort behind them.
“I have every right. You don’t understand the connection I share with Rasputin. Here, let me show you.”
Before she could walk any farther, a distant and muffled growl sounded, and four heads turned, looking around the expanse of the Warmind. Zavala’s unhappy face returned once again.
“OK, we should really figure out exactly what’s doing that,” Amon said from beside Richa’s head.
“Do we have to? Do you not remember the Pit back on Earth’s moon?” Richa whined. “This thing sounds much bigger than that.
“Hush you.” He ordered as he flew into her forehead, which in turn Richa swatted him away.
“I can tell you. Rasputin was not the only thing to awaken on Mars.
Tower, The Last City, Earth
Risha drug her feet as she walked to her shared room with the Commander, dreading what was to come.
“I knew it was a bad idea going there,” Saffron said sternly.
“Oh, you did not. You encouraged me to go missy.” Risha stared at her ghost as she walked to Zavala’s quarters, keying in the code and stepping inside. The room was neat, orderly and nothing like Risha’s old room, which had everything she had collected from the Wild’s. Zavala sat on the couch, legs propped up on the coffee table, a cold cup of coffee sat forgotten on the side. Risha chuckled softly, swatting Zavala’s legs off the table, picking up the cup.
“Before you say anything. I know, it was foolish of me to go to Mars’ and blah blah blah bloddy blah blah.” She remarked sarcastically as she poured the cold coffee into the sink and made him a new cup.
“Why did you even go?” Zavala sighed. Risha sat the cup down before plopping down on the couch beside him.
“I don’t know. Got bored of patrols, strikes, and Crucible.” Risha hummed, cuddling into the Commander’s side. Zavala’s heavy arm draped across her shoulders as he hummed back, their Light mingling and playing with one another.
“I don’t know why that freaked me out more than you disappearing into the Wilds for months at a time. But it did.”
Risha chuckled while Zavala took a sip of coffee, setting his datapad down. Risha smiled softly pulling her legs up under her as she leaned further into her Titan.
After another hour of Zavala working on the datapad, he finally set it down, pulled her into his lap and kissed her feverishly.
Oh. Oh. She hummed, kissing back with as much passion, wrapping her arms tightly around the larger Guardian.
Standing up, he hefted her up with him and the small Hunter squeaked, wrapping her legs around his waist tightly. Their Light licked at one another as he carried her to the bed.
Risha giggled, falling backward before he could drop her on the bed, which earned a small smirk from the Vanguard Commander as he crawled on the bed, hovering over her.
“Is this my punishment, Commander?” She purred.
“Partly.” He buried his face in her neck nipping. She grinned sliding his red undersuit off his shoulders.
Richa and Rev ran through the streets of the Last City, dodging the Red Legionnaires and their hounds, hands clasped tightly together. They held their Ghosts in their free hands, guns long behind them, void of ammo. Richa had developed a bad habit of glancing behind them to look at their home. The Guardians Tower was ablaze, rubble falling off the edges, embers floating down to the City. Every time she did, her breath would hitch, a small whimper would escape her lips and her hand will grip his own tighter. Periodically they would come across a destroyed Ghost or a dead Guardian and he would have to drag her away from them.
“Don’t.” He would simply say, and she would protest but eventually follow behind him, quiet sniffles and trembling hands.
“Rev…” she would start, he would turn, and she would shake her head and look down. He would pause in their pace and stare at her, stroke her hand and say…
“We have to keep moving Rich. If we don’t we’ll end up…” He couldn’t finish, he couldn’t stand to see her in even more pain. She was worried, no, she was panicked. She didn’t know if any of their friends were alive and she didn’t know if her younger sisters were alive.
When they reached the wall, Richa leaned against the wall, panting softly. Losing their Light made them mortal, so she didn’t have her increased stamina anymore.
“We need to get out of here, Rev.” She said, taking a deep breath in and stood up, gripping Amon’s shell tightly.
“Help me find a way out then,” he growled pushing debris from the wall, pulled paneling and checked holes.
“Don’t get ill with me, Revenant-22.” She snapped back at him, fresh tears stinging her eyes.
A few hours later
She was the one to find the hole, and the two Guardians stood in front of it for a few minutes. Could they really leave their City right now? Rev could without a problem, he’s a Hunter. They were born for the Wilds. But Richa… Richa was a Titan. She WAS the wall.
“Richa… We MUST leave.” He said walking through the hole gripping on to her hand, tugging her through.
A few days later
Revenant retrieved his throwing knife from the war hounds head and stared at it.
‘Richa’s gonna have to eat soon.’ He thought and started carving the hound up for the meat underneath its thick hide.
When he returned to their small camp, Richa was laying on her stomach in a sleeping bag, fast asleep. Rev smiled softly, rinsing his hands off with some of her water and drying them on his cloak before stroking her hair back behind her ear. His antennae flicked back once he noticed the tear streaks in the dirt on her cheeks.
“We’ll find them. I promise my love.” He whispered softly before shoving the chunks of meat onto a stick and balanced them over the fire.
“Rev.” Richa’s voice was slightly cracked and weary.
“Hey.” He soothed softly, running his hand down her cheek. “Go back to sleep.”
“Lay with me. I don’t want to sleep alone.”
“You know I don’t really need sleep.” He said softly, scooting down and lying beside her, resting his hand on her hips gently. She snorted softly, laying her hand on his chest.
“Liar.”
He laughed, pressing his lip plates to her forehead.
“I want to go home, Rev.” She whimpered, lips quivering slightly.
“I know, Richa. I know. We will one day. We’ll kill Ghaul and his entire Red Legion and take our home back. I promise.” He vowed, watching her glowing blue eyes dull and close, and listened as her breaths evened out. The hand on her hip tightened slightly.
I had way too much fun writing some shorts using @incorrectprompts dialogue prompts. This one was used for this short.
Deep under the dirt and snow of Old Russia, three Guardians were currently locked in a room, which was quickly filling with water.
“I told you two not to take your helmets off!!” Rev growled pulling on one side of a closed door, while his girlfriend, Richa pulled on the other side. “And now you’ve lost them!”
“How were we supposed to know this would happen!!” She yelled at him.
“Hey! Married couple stop bickering and get to pulling harder.” Zorlee called, as she typed away helping Amon, Richa’s ghost, to try and stop the water flow.
“You know this… might… go… faster… if… you’d… help!!!!” Richa grunted, straining against the water weighing her boots down.
“I don’t have arms,” Amon stated, voice panicked slightly for his Guardian.
“And you two have the strength, so get to pulling.” Zorlee snickered as the Hunter and Titan struggled to keep their grip on the door. In less than a millisecond, a red light started blinking and a hole opened. Before Revenant could say anything or move, a torrent of foul-smelling water splashed down on Richa, who sputtered and stumbled away from the stream.
“DISGUSTING!!!” She screamed out, gagging.
“Don’t you dare throw up Richa!” Zorlee’s voice came from the console. “We’re gonna be swimming in this water soon and it’s already disgusting.”
“Do not kiss me till you shower… like thirty times. And disinfect your mouth.” Rev stated, staring in revulsion at his lover.
Richa looked up at him in disbelief and scoffed.
“Seriously, Rev?”
“Yes, seriously.” He pulled a face as a slimy stream ran down her cheek.
She opened her mouth to speak, or yell, one of the two, no one will never know as three more holes opened and poured water into the room. Zorlee growled jumping up and started feeling around the walls.
“Forget the door, look for a vent or duct or something we can climb through!” She exclaimed as the water surged and reached her chest.
“This is completely fine,” Amon said panicking as he continued to try and get the doors open.
“This is NOT completely fine!” Richa yelled as the water surged to her chin. Zorlee and she lifted their heads to keep air in their lungs.
“Keep as much air in your lungs as you can you two. I’ll try to get us out since I don’t need air.” Rev stated, his voice strained with the sight of seeing his friends in distress and dived into the water.
“Well, at least we don’t have to do all that dramatic last words crap.” Zorlee gasped, head pressed against the ceiling.
“Yea, but, you know, dramatic,” Richa shrugged. “But…” she looked to the water that was beginning to cover her and Zorlee’s chin. “Drowning is not something I have wanted to do.”
“Well, maybe it won't affect us during Resurrection. Aku Aku. Standby for resurrection.” She fought to keep her nose above the water line.
“Yea, yea, you too Amon.” Richa murmured weakly, her heavy armor weighing her down, and she slipped to the depths of the room. Zorlee could do nothing but watch her friend sink before the water reached the ceiling. Immediately, her lungs burned, her blood rushed. She was a Warlock, not a swimmer.
No matter what Richa did, she stayed at the bottom. Half conscious, she saw Rev staring at her quickly before swimming away. She released the air she had left in her lungs and watched the bubbles slowly rise as she passed out.
Rev had been searching for the better part of an hour for a way out, but… he wasn’t fast enough to save the girls from the pain of drowning. He found the console that Amon was working on and let Dinklebot try something. After another hour and a half, the water started receding into the floor and Rev sighed heavily with relief.
“Nice job Dinklebot. Now let’s get the girls up.” He said as the last of the water drained away. He looked to his cloak and groaned. “Gross.”
Richa rezzed first, coughing and hacking as water spilled from her pinkened lips, slime and sludge heaved itself from her lungs. Zorlee was next, and the same was with her.
“Yea. We should get you two home so we can disinfect your entire insides.” He snorted, walking out while wringing his cloak out.
“Good idea.” The girls chorused and followed the Exo.
As Richa, Rev, and Zorlee walked into the Orphanage, they were met with multiple if not thousands of squeals and giggles. Rev stepped back as five Awoken children latched onto his legs and tugged on his armor and cloak.
“AH! Hey, cut it out. That’s my favorite cloak!” He wrestled gently with the children. The Titan giggled, watching her beloved husband wrestle and struggle to get his cloak free from the small purple, blue and grey fingers. “Richa! Honey! Love of my life! HELP!!!”
Richa busted into laughter as she walked to the squirming children and picked them up in a tight bear hug.
“HUG TIME!!!” she called squeezing the children gently. A choir of giggles and ‘Hug time’ sounded from the children as they swarmed the Titan, almost knocking her over with the force of their tiny bodies.
Zorlee walked to some of the kids who were reading quietly and sat with them.
“What are you all reading?” she asked softly. The children looked up, setting their books down.
“The Magic Treehouse books!” One, Daliah she remembered, chirped.
“Are all of you reading the same one?”
“Uh huh!” they chorused.
“Do you have another copy?” Zorlee said smiling widely. Daliah ran to the bookshelf, pulling another copy out, flipping it to the page they were on and handed it to her. “Thank you, darling.”
“You’re welcome.”
Rev scrolled through his cloaks before finding a very old one, pulled it out and handing it off.
“You know that’s gonna be covered in jewels, right?” Richa smiled hugging his arm as they walked back towards the nursery.
“Yes, and do we need to go to the nursery?” He questioned, earning a playful swat to the head by his wife.
“I want to see the babies.” She giggled, walking into the nursery. “You can either come in or go tell stories handsome.”
“I think I’m gonna go tell stories.” He halted, watching her walk into the room. “This is not gonna end well.”
A Few Hours Later
Rev and Zorlee made their way to the nursery.
“I get the feeling she’s gonna be adopting a baby.”
“You know she won’t. Both of you are always in the field. That’s not a good environment for the child.”
“I hope you’re right.” He sighed, opening the door. The sight they were met with was pure innocence. Richa sat in a recliner, fully reclined, a baby on her chest, and toddlers surrounding her, all asleep.
“Awww. How adorable!” Zorlee smiled clutching her hands to her chest. Rev’s faceplates morphed into a small smile as he admired his lover.
“Hey, Dinklebot. Take a picture.” Rev said quietly.
“Already done,” Amon said appearing silently and floated towards them. Rev nodded, walking to Richa and stroked her cheek gently.
“Richa.” He hummed, tapping her cheek gently, causing her to wake up.
“Hm?” she grumbled softly. The baby on her chest shifted, making a small noise as she shifted. Richa’s hand instantly was on her back, rubbing circles in it gently.
“Come on. The kids want to give us something.” He hummed, gently lifting the baby up from her chest. The infant squirmed and latched onto his armor, making soft cooing noises.
“Aw, she likes you.” Richa cooed at him rubbing the little girls soft head.
“Don’t get any ideas, Rich.”
“Buzzkill.” She huffed walking back to the main room with Zorlee. Rev sighed looking down at the baby.
“Maybe one day.” He said softly, laying the baby in her crib and following his wife and teammate.
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When the trio returned to the Tower, Rev had a cloak that was bedazzled with jewels and what-not, Zorlee and Richa had gotten silly bands small necklaces and were now in the process of wrapping them around their beloved weapons, Call to Arms, and, Scathelock.
“Hey Zeta!” called the voice of her younger sister, Ren. “Want to join me in the Mayhem crucible? Shaxx is giving us and another group of Guardians early access.”
“Heck yeah!” Richa exclaimed, Rev and Zorlee chuckled, nodding as well.
“Sounds fun!”
“We should call the Orphanage we were at. So the kids can watch!”
“Already on it, man.” Aku Aku said appearing.
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The four Guardians spawned into the Emperors Respite, loading their weapons.
“Mayhem Clash,” Shaxx announced over their Comms. “Enjoy yourself, Guardians.”
“With pleasure.” The four said as they ran forward, Fireteam Zeta bearing their gifts for the entire City to see.
Inspired by @guardian-headcanons post about adoption and since my boyfriends an Exo Hunter, I thought it’d be adorable to do, but then I remembered that neither one of them stay in the Tower so this came to mind. Then I remembered I have two other Guardians that are with guys that stay in the Tower so this will be a multipart oneshot because I don’t consider this a Story as it’s like. 700 words. *sigh*
Risha jogged down the stairs to the Hall of Guardians, waving to Shaxx as she passed by him.
“You needed to see me Cayde?” She said, high-fiving a passing Guardian.
“Yea. We got a new Hunter here.” He said, clapping a Hunter on the back. “His names Revenant-22. Mind showing him around?”
“Sure,” she said and turned to Revenant and punched his shoulders lightly. “Names Risha.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” He said winking. Risha giggled holding a finger up and walked around the table, pulling on Zavala’s shoulder pauldron and kissed his cheek. The giant Vanguard chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist and giving her a brief squeeze. Grinning, she jumped onto the table and ran back to Revenant.
“Hey! Watch my map, Risha!” Cayde said as the two Hunters ran off before he could wring Risha’s neck.
“So you and Zavala?” He pressed, taking in her red hair, yellow tattoo, blue eyes and deep purple skin.
“Yea. We kind of hit it off a little bit after my resurrection. Cayde was a little peeved but I told him I annoy Zavala when he was off duty for him and he calmed down. I wouldn’t try anything with Ikora though. So take that idea from your mind.” Risha said, laughing louder when he pouted. “Hey. I know where we can go first.”
Grabbing Revenants arm, she ran to the lunch hall, and led him to two more Awoken women. One he noticed was a Titan with silver hair and that she also had deep purple skin. When she turned to him, he noticed that she had bright blue eyes just like Risha, but she had a thin black tattoo on her nose. Her laugh reached her eyes and made them shine brighter.
“Whoa, who’s she?” He said absentmindedly. The Titans laughter bubbled to his audials as the Warlock in front of her spit out her food with a disgusted face.
“What the fuck?!” the Warlock yelled coughing. Guardians around them laughed as she scrabbled to slurp any kind of beverage she could get her hands on down her throat.
“The silver haired Titan is my older twin sister, Richa.” Risha said, walking to the table. “Hey guys! We’ve got a new Guardian around.”
She gestured to Revenant and grinned at Richa.
“Revenant, this is my sister Richa and our best friend, Zorlee.” Risha said, gesturing to the two Guardians, Richa waved, tears in her eyes as she continued to laugh at Zorlee. Zorlee coughed downing another glass of water that a male Titan gave her.
“Don’t worry about her. She’ll be alright soon enough. Some of the guys decided to dare her to try the lunch halls surprise soup.” She giggled scooting over. Rev smiled sitting down beside her and leaning onto the table.
“Honestly I thought this would be something Titans do. Not Warlocks.”
“Yea, well Zorlee is a nutcase and doesn’t conform to stereotype.” Richa said watching the Pinkish-Red haired girl as she tried to suck down the rest of the soup, clenching her eyes in obvious disgust. “It’s what makes us best friends.”
“Really? Well, you two sound like my kind of people.”
They both laughed watching as the crowd of Guardians grow as the light blue-eyed Guardian basically forced herself to eat the remaining soup.
“Are you happy now Phoenix??!!” Zorlee said setting the bowl down as Phoenix, a white Exo with silver accents sat beside her and wrapped his arm around Zorlee shoulders.
“Very. You managed to not throw up this time.” He said, his deep voice reverberated around the circle. Zorlee laughed leaning in, kissing his cheek.
“Hey, uh. You want to get out of here? Go somewhere nice and quiet?” Richa said looking at him. “I know a café we can go to but we’ll need to ditch our armor.”
“Sure but why ditch the armor?” He said standing with her.
“Eh, they don’t know I’m a Guardian so I don’t get treated like some royalty. I enjoy it. It’s a really nice feeling, ya know?”
“Well, I’m sure I will one day. But right now.”
“Ah, right. I forgot you’re new.” She giggled walking across the plaza to a set of double doors and pushed them open. “These are the Guardians Quarters. Though I would invest in something to cancel noises. Especially when Zavala and Risha get into it.”
“Like. Screaming? Or…” He made a scissor motion with his two index and middle fingers.
“Yes. Whenever they fuck. From what I’ve seen of her in the mornings after it’s something intense.”
Rev looked at her with a questioning look on his face. She chuckled softly stopping in front of a door.
“Hey, your rooms right across from mine. Awesome.” She bounced as she punched in a keycode and opened her door. “I’ll see you soon, yea?”
“Yea.” He smiled at her, unbeknownst to Richa the lights in between the seams in his cheeks were flashing, his version of a blush was spread across his cheeks. His ghost, Dinklebot, appeared and did his version of a grin at Revenant.
“You like her.” He teased as Rev walked in and started stripping himself of his armor and reached for civilian clothes.
“Shut up, Dinklebot.”
~Meanwhile~
Amon floated around Risha as she dressed in a silver tank top and black jeans.
“You like him!”
“Shush.” Richa said eyes flickering to the door. “Don’t let him hear you, Amon.”
“Sorry, but Richa you’re absolutely head over heels over him.” Amon said floating around, flexing his shell here and there. Richa slipped on some combat boots over her jeans and laced them up and proceeded to flop back onto the bed.
“What if he doesn’t like me though Amon?” She said staring up at the ceiling. She had carved intricate designs into the ceiling that were almost like the constellations. Her Ghost flew down and plopped himself onto her forehead and looked up to the ceiling also. A knock came at her door and a second later it opened to reveal Revenant, wearing a dark green hoodie with black pants and sneakers. He looked around at her knickknacks and snorted when his eyes landed on her and Amon, tilting his head.
“Well, he sure looks comfortable,” Rev said watching her as she rose and grabbed her Ghost. “Have you named yours?”
“Yea he was and yes. His names Amon. It’s an old Egyptian name.” She said lovingly petting the Ghost who seemed to purr and lean into her as she stood. Rev took her shape and all the other small details about her in. She had small scars that puckered up between her breasts and stomach, intricate tattoos wound their way up her arms and shoulders around her neck and breasts and down her sides. And despite her strength and muscles she was a small framed woman though she came up to where his nose would’ve been.
Holding one arm out he flourished his other towards the door.
“Shall we go then milady?” he asked watching Amon fly towards Richa and disappear. Richa laughed softly taking his arm.
“And women in the Last City say chivalry is dead.”
“Well they never met me.” He said walking down the corridor after she locked up her room. Rev tried to keep his eyes on hers but sometimes he’d catch them trailing down the tattoos along her neck and breast. Which also didn’t help that her breast bounced with every springing step she took. As they walked into the Plaza some of the Guardians stopped and stared at the young exotic looking woman on Revs arm.
~Time Skip~
Rev sat at a table and watched Richa across the table order a thing she liked to call her ‘wakeup call’. A Cinnamon latte with double shot of vanilla and expresso topped with chocolate syrup. When the drink was delivered, the waiter, a young teenage looking boy left a napkin with his number on it. Rev glared slightly at the boy, causing him to scurry off.
Richa laughed sadly ripping the napkin off before saying in a whispered voice.
“It wouldn’t happen anyway. I’d rather not be found to be a Guardian. Much less a Titan.”
“Are you ashamed of being a Titan?” He asked her, studying her drink and making a face. That made her bust out into her bubbly laughter.
“What?”
“That thing smells way too sweet. But you avoided my question.”
“Ah and that’s where you’re wrong Revvy.” She said, eyes twinkling at her nickname for him. The lights in his mouth and cheeks flickered brightly as he watched her gingerly sip the coffee.
“I’m most definitely NOT ashamed of my class. It just makes romances… weird.”
“How so?”
“Well. Many of the male Guardians aren’t very fond of a woman being stronger or as strong as them and the females…There’s very few female Titans and tons of female Hunters and Warlocks think Titans are brutal. Which, yes, I agree. The sex can be brutal but what I’ve heard from Risha, sex with Zavala’s worth all the bruises. I guess she’s the only one who’d think so.”
“Hmm. I’d like to find out what sex with you is like.” The words slipped from his mouth before he had time to stop himself. His systems heated up faster than before and the lights on his face started flaring bright red, bright enough to reflect into Richa’s hair and eyes. A darker, deeper, purple blush was flushed against her cheeks. Revenant rubbed the back of his neck in extreme embarrassment and he looked down. “Th-That wasn’t supposed to come out.”
A few seconds of awkward silent air hung between the two, Rev was sure he could reach out and grab the awkwardness and it’d still be there. That’s how thick it was. Or so it was until Richa laughed softly, drinking longer gulps now that her coffee had cooled off a bit. Leaning back into her chair she stared out the window of the café up at the Traveler.
“Maybe one day I’ll take you up on that offer, Revvy.”
“Well, changing subjects. How much do you remember of your past life?” He said quietly, glancing at some civilians walking by.
“Not much. Most of its fuzzy except for one detail.” She said setting her empty cup to the side where a waiter would pick it up and ordered a new one.
“What’s that?” He asked, curiosity peaked.
“The day I died.” She said staring at her ungloved hand. It was badly calloused and her nails were brittle.
“Care to talk about it?” Rev asked sitting up straighter. Richa smiled at him slightly taking the new cup of coffee.
“It was me, Risha and another girl. I think she was our sister but I can’t fully remember. She’s… blurred whenever I try to focus on her. We had just graduated from an Academy and were in Russia on vacation. I remember a car speeding toward us, driving on the wrong side of the road and then we were sent flying. The car… rolled and Risha…” She sniffed shaking her head and looked out the window. “Risha’s head snapped into the dashboard and then against the window so hard her head snapped. I… I remember being impaled. I think it was a tree branch or maybe it was a steel pole. But I didn’t die from blood loss. I died from blunt force trauma from slamming my head so hard on the steering wheel. I remember the girl in the back screaming but I died before the first responders could get us out. I’m still haunted by the girls screams and watching Risha’s neck snap.”
“What was it like? Dying I mean?”
“At first it was just numbness, then I started getting colder and…” she trailed off. “They say death is like embracing a lover and all pain is gone. I felt so much agony and then nothing. Next thing I knew Amon was resurrecting me. And here we are. Do you remember anything about your death?” He hesitated slightly and leaned back.
“Not much. I just remember a man and a gun. And then Dinklebot was in my face.”
Richa laughed leaning her elbows against the table. A glint in her eyes danced in the café lights and Rev leaned in too. Suddenly a quiet hiss sounded from inside Rev’s hoodie pocket.
“Uh, Guardians. I hate to interrupt.”
“No, you don’t.” Rev cut him off.
“Hush. Anyway, we’re needed in the Tower.”
Richa sighed, finishing the coffee and got up leaving a glimmer card with the total and a small tip. When Rev saw the one glimmer cube of a tip he smirked and snorted, getting up and chasing after the Titan.
“So. What’s your input on the which class is more superior?” He asked shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets. Richa sighed linking her arm into his and ran a hand through her hair and looked up at the sky. Well. What sky they could see that wasn’t covered by the Traveler.
“I think it’s stupid. We’re Guardians. We’re supposed to work together. Each class has its strengths and weaknesses. A Titan makes up what a Hunter and Warlock lack and vice versa. Guardians shouldn’t fight over who’s superior. It’s ridiculous and childish.”
Rev smiled at her as they made their way into an alley, where their ghosts transmatted them up to the Tower. Laughing, they walked down to the Hall of Guardians and to the Vanguard. Zavala looked up from his datapads at the two unarmored Guardians.
“Any reason you two are not in your armor, Guardians?” He asked watching as Richa walked over and took a datapad from his outstretched hand.
“Mmm. Date night?” Rev said standing by Cayde, arms held up and away from his body.
“Don’t you and Risha go on dates?” Richa teased him earning a small glare from her mentor. She grinned sheepishly looking over the report. “Do you think Rev’s up for this, Commander?”
“I believe he is. What better way to learn than from you and Zorlee?” he said patting her shoulder. Something happened between the two Titans once Zavala started dating Risha. He was still hard on her, but he became a fatherly figure to the young Titan. She leaned back slightly grinning handing the datapad back to Zavala.
“Amon, get ahold of Aku Aku. Have him and Zor meet us at the Ishtar Sink. Come on Rev.” She said walking around and grabbing Rev’s arm, dragging him from his conversation with Cayde.
“Noooo!!!” he whined playfully. The Vanguard all laughed watching the two disappear.
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Well this isn’t how the meetings went in real life. My Snowberry played Destiny a lot more than me but I thought this would be cute ^_^
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