MARS, Meridian Bay, DARK AGES
There they were. No, they were a she. Yes, he knew this. She was an exo. She wasn’t 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 from…
“…ardian? Eyes up, Guardian.”
Who…? 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. That’s not supposed to happen-
Did the light just talk???
“I..uh, yes. I am a ghost. I’m…your ghost.”
A strangled sound tore itself out of her throat at last, a barely coherent and raspy “where am I”.
“Somewhere on Mars,” the “ghost” answered, “Do you remember anything? I’ve heard of Guardians remembering exactly who they are…” the light turned away from her, plunging her back into darkness but casting light on…another metal hull.
She hacked a cough. The sound was strangled and choked with static at first, but finally smoothed itself over into normal voice. “Whoever you’re talking about…that’s not me.”
“You don’t remember anything?” 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.
“…I…I don’t know who I am. Do you?”
“Oh! Uh…” his shell broke apart and expanded, casting more light into the dark room, “I…uh, don’t know, exactly. You’ve been dead for a while, an exo even longer.”
An exo? She remembered…bits. A grinning face who’s features she could not recall, dark halls filled with the whirring of fans, the smooth fit of a knife and rifle in her hands.
“Nevermind. I’ll tell you more on the way. For now, we have to get out of here. It’s safe in this room for now, but not for much longer.”
“Why? Why can’t I stay here?”
The ghost paused, “I…I mean, you could. If you’d like. You don’t have to become a guardian.”
She fell silent, faced with what felt like a monumental choice, and in a way, it was. But the ghost…it’s shell’s tips were pointed downward…almost downcast.
“…Alright. I’ll go with you. Wherever we’re going.”
“Yay!” The ghost spun its shell happily. “Hold on, let me assemble some armor for you…” A beam of light shot out from the ghost’s eye, hitting some nearby items sporadically. Eventually, the items disappeared and a makeshift scarf and armor plating on her arms, legs, and chest.
“That will have to do. Remember how to stand?” 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 and…other things…so 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.
“Oh no, I hope the Cabal didn’t hear that…” The ghost turned away from her as if expecting a monster to leap out of the darkness.
“..Uh…basically space turtles. Just aim for the head, kill on sight. Brutal.”
“Enemies, then.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes. Oh! And, here’s a gun. It’s not the pick of the flock, but I can…” he shot a beam of light at an old auto rifle, “Ha! Take that, Golden Age rust! Good as new!”
She picked up the weapon, holding it up into the ghost’s 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 “Clovis Bray” emblazoned on it. To the right was a rank and, more importantly, a designation.
Haven’t posted writing in a long-ass time so here we go Destcember. Very late, it’s almost Day 2 already lol.
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