MARS, Meridian Bay, DARK AGES
There they were. No, they were a she. Yes, he knew this. She was an exo. She wasnât a skeleton, but a rusting metal hull.
She gasped, sucking in dusty air that was useless to her Exo body. Her eyes flashed open and she took in her surroundings. She could feel..concrete. Yes, cold, hard concrete beneath her hands and under her legs. Her back was slumped against a wall. There was a light source. Coming fromâŠ
ââŠardian? Eyes up, Guardian.â
WhoâŠ? Her eyes swept upward into the light. It shone straight into her eyes, blurring the darkness around until all she could see was a ring of blue. She opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out but static. Thatâs not supposed to happen-
âHey, wait, calm down.â
Did the light just talk???
âI..uh, yes. I am a ghost. IâmâŠyour ghost.â
A strangled sound tore itself out of her throat at last, a barely coherent and raspy âwhere am Iâ.
âSomewhere on Mars,â the âghostâ answered, âDo you remember anything? Iâve heard of Guardians remembering exactly who they areâŠâ the light turned away from her, plunging her back into darkness but casting light onâŠanother metal hull.
She hacked a cough. The sound was strangled and choked with static at first, but finally smoothed itself over into normal voice. âWhoever youâre talking aboutâŠthatâs not me.â
âYou donât remember anything?â The ghost turned back to her, except this time his, yes, his, judging by his voice, ring of blue was tilted curiously to the side.
ââŠIâŠI donât know who I am. Do you?â
âOh! UhâŠâ his shell broke apart and expanded, casting more light into the dark room, âIâŠuh, donât know, exactly. Youâve been dead for a while, an exo even longer.â
An exo? She rememberedâŠbits. A grinning face whoâs features she could not recall, dark halls filled with the whirring of fans, the smooth fit of a knife and rifle in her hands.
âNevermind. Iâll tell you more on the way. For now, we have to get out of here. Itâs safe in this room for now, but not for much longer.â
âWhy? Why canât I stay here?â
The ghost paused, âIâŠI mean, you could. If youâd like. You donât have to become a guardian.â
She fell silent, faced with what felt like a monumental choice, and in a way, it was. But the ghostâŠitâs shellâs tips were pointed downwardâŠalmost downcast.
ââŠAlright. Iâll go with you. Wherever weâre going.â
âYay!â The ghost spun its shell happily. âHold on, let me assemble some armor for youâŠâ A beam of light shot out from the ghostâs eye, hitting some nearby items sporadically. Eventually, the items disappeared and a makeshift scarf and armor plating on her arms, legs, and chest.
âThat will have to do. Remember how to stand?â The ghost shot a beam of light at her legs, twirled, and gave a concerned hum.
This she knew. She easily lifted herself out of the cobwebs andâŠother thingsâŠso she was eye-level with the ghost. A rusted gauntlet filled only with a skeletal arm fell out of her lap, clattering noisily to the ground.
âOh no, I hope the Cabal didnât hear thatâŠâ The ghost turned away from her as if expecting a monster to leap out of the darkness.
â..UhâŠbasically space turtles. Just aim for the head, kill on sight. Brutal.â
âEnemies, then.â It wasnât a question.
âYes. Oh! And, hereâs a gun. Itâs not the pick of the flock, but I canâŠâ he shot a beam of light at an old auto rifle, âHa! Take that, Golden Age rust! Good as new!â
She picked up the weapon, holding it up into the ghostâs light. It looked standard, nothing fancy about it. But around the iron sights was a pair of dog tags, with a seal that had the name âClovis Brayâ emblazoned on it. To the right was a rank and, more importantly, a designation.
Havenât posted writing in a long-ass time so here we go Destcember. Very late, itâs almost Day 2 already lol.
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