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Chapter 3 is up.
My take on the Destiny-tober/Destiny Pentibet prompts. 1 and 2 done so far.
The Ghost Community Theater presents…
in addition to the fact that people just have different natural rhythms, a big reason why we can’t seem to go to bed as early as we “should” is that nighttime is, for many of us, our safest and most fulfilling time of day. we don’t have to work, we won’t be contacted by bosses or insurance companies or collection agencies or other suffocating life business… we’re likely only to be contacted by our friends, or by no one at all. night time is release; it’s ours. we can rest or recreate. we can do things we actually want to do. who would choose to cut that short?? just to usher in the next morning when our lives are not our own again? nighttime is precious and nothing could be more normal than the desire to embrace this
So, y’all remember that post that said animals in urban areas slowly became nocturnal to avoid encounters with humans? Apparently that includes humans.
so when are we going to the deep stone crypt and discovering whether or not our exo bodies are our only bodies or if our fleshy bodies are being contained somewhere.
where did the flesh suits go, clovis.
Two words: Soylent Green.
How Onion-Chan does science to improve her teammate’s super 🔥
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Destcember Day 18
Taken on Me
“You are nothing, oh Guardian mine,” the voice whispered to Darcel Bellamy. He was enveloped in total darkness. He tried to lash out, but he was bound in restraints that offered no give. “Nothing. Yet, you could be so much more.”
Behind the voice, as if buried in the back of his mind, he sensed something else, voices chanting the same three syllables over and over, “Sa… Va… Thun…” Darcel had heard that name in his studies of the Taken. Was that who was speaking to him?
“So many questions. Always asking, always seeking. So much like Oryx. Stop regarding reality as a thing to be known.”
Pain lanced through his mind then, and Bellamy writhed against his restraints.
“The true nature of the world will never reveal itself to you in books and studies. The true nature of the world is power, and how you can wield it. If you want to understand the world, you tear it asunder, and it will pour out everything. Observe.”
Pain lanced through his mind again, and Bellamy had the sensation of something peeling apart the layers of his mind, exposing everything that he had ever done or said. Even things he himself could not remember rushed out, things from his first life. Before he had a chance to examine any of it, it was snatched away, and he wept for his loss.
“What holds you back from your true nature? What holds you back from taking what is yours? All you have learned is a shackle that binds you. If you cast it aside, you could have that knowledge and so much more.”
Images pass through Darcel’s mind then, things that had meant something to him once, Ikora Rey, the Tower and Traveler, Dead Orbit’s logo, his Ghost.
“I can strip these from you as easily as the last, but I want you to do it. Break through your bonds and wipe away the things that hold you back.”
Bellamy focused on his restraints, and realized that he could picture them in his mind despite the darkness he found himself in. They were indeed comprised of imagery from his life as a Guardian. As he concentrated, they weakened, and then shattered.
The voice laughed. “Yes, oh Guardian mine. Well done. Now, can you sense your true power? You have the ability to reshape reality as you see fit, to break and mold in the palm of your hands.” Darcel suddenly became aware of a sound from somewhere outside this cocoon of darkness that made of his world. It sounded like gunfire.
“No,” hiss the voice. “Others are here. Others who want to destroy you, to keep you from reaching your full potential. They would see you cowed and broken, made a slave to that dead orb that hangs over their city.
“Here is a knife. It is shaped like [tear it asunder]. Take up the knife. Cut through reality. Take your new shape.”
Darcel grasped the knife, and he felt a surge of power flow through him. Immediately, the darkness around him was shattered, and he found himself standing on the surface of a planet. Earth. And someone else was there. Some he knew, one he did not. The ones he knew, he hated. Guardians. Bellamy surrounded himself with power, disregarding gravity and lifting from the ground.
“You. I know you. Murderer. Assassin!” he said into the mind of the lead Guardian.
And then the battle was joined.
Author's Note
Destcember day 18. This is a continuation from day 6, and another look at Darcel Bellamy and his path to becoming a Taken Warlock. This all takes place during my story “When the Sun Winds Down”, as that was where we were introduced to both vanilla and Taken Bellamy. The only other thing I could really think of for the prompt was fighting Taken, and I didn’t feel like writing a combat scene.
Some of the dialogue the voice speaks to Darcel was included in an author’s note for Chapter 20 of “When the Sun Winds Down”. It was from the grimoire style piece I wrote when thinking of a Taken Warlock.
Guardian tested. Saint-14 approved.
Destcember Day 16
Vex and the City
>PLEASE ENTER SEARCH QUERY.
?>vex city
>NOTHING RESEMBLING A CITY BUILT BY THE VEX HAS BEEN DISCOVERED.
?>vex; the city
DISCOVERED: TWO [2] AUDIO FILES DISCOVERED. TRANSCRIPTS AVAILABLE. WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR THEM?
>display, text only
>FILE 1
TYPE: Transcript DESCRIPTION: Conversation PARTIES: One [1] Guardian-type, Class Hunter, designate Celeste Etain [CE]; One [1] Rogue Lightbearer, designate The Drifter [D] ASSOCIATIONS: Praxic; Gambit; Vex; The Last Safe City
[D:01] Hey there, Snitch. Welcome back. Don’t worry, old Drifter’s not mad at ya for ratting me out to the Praxics. Just disappointed.
[CE:01] I-
[D:02] Don’t insult my intelligence by trying to deny it. That… that might make me change my mind about the whole “not being mad” thing. You here to play some Gambit?
[CE:02] Yes.
[D:03] Fantastic. Your buddy Tanton is a talented invader. I’ve been looking forward to seeing him back in action. In fact, I’ve got some gear I’ve been looking to give him. Make sure he swings by before your match, you hear?
[CE:03] I’ll let him know.
[D:04] Great. And if you get matched up with any Vex, try to snag me some radiolaria. I can never find any in the City. My cereal just isn’t the same with cow’s milk.
>FILE 2
TYPE: LIVE SURVEILLANCE FEED [SAFETY PROTOCOLS] PARTIES: Two [2]. One [1] Repair Crew, identity unknown [RC]; One [1] Maintenance Working, identity unknown [MW] ASSOCIATIONS: Vex; The Last Safe City //TRANSCRIPT FOLLOWS.../
[RC:01] Wait, wait, wait. Ikora’s building what?
[MW:01] A Vex gate. In the Tower.
[RC:02] “But that’s… I don’t… Why?”
[MW:02] Their sending Guardians into the Vex network for something.
[ship engine sounds, unintelligible]
[RC:03] What’s to keep the Vex from just opening it up from their side and pouring into the City?
[MW:03] That is an excellent question.
[silence]
[RC:04] We’re all going to die, aren’t we?
>PLEASE ENTER SEARCH QUERY.
>live vex; last city
>THERE ARE NO ENTRIES FOR “live vex” AND “last city”.
>live vex spotted in the city
>THERE ARE NO ENTRIES FOR “live vex spotted in the city”.
>reporting vex activity in the city
>ANY VEX ACTIVITY SHOULD BE REPORTED TO THE VANGUARD AS TOP PRIORITY. DO YOU NEED TO FILE A REPORT?
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>ARE YOU STILL USING THIS TERMINAL?
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>USER LOGGED OUT FOR INACTIVITY.
destcember day 8 - AU
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The next secret prompt is revealed too!
15. Gender bender
How would the characters change externally and internally, if they were of a different gender? Appearance, habits, temperament and so on!
By the cryptarchs’ report, one of the keys was the ritual practice of the Hive, expressed in the worship of Oryx, and.. blind faith… summoning the essence… tribute… Nah. Briefly, mentioning Oryx in your entries, you were solving this puzzle piece by piece.
From prompts #1 to #13, his name was mentioned five times & his face was depicted once by guardians from VK community. (If you were summoning the essence of Oryx too, but we didn’t mention your name - contact us, even cryptarchs sometimes make mistakes)
Guardians, thanks for your contribution to the challenge! One can only guess how to find the keys to the rest of the sealed prompts… But so far it seems this shouldn’t be a problem :)
Two of those mentions were from me. You’re welcome.
Thank you, Guardian!
You... do... see me.
The next secret prompt is revealed too!
15. Gender bender
How would the characters change externally and internally, if they were of a different gender? Appearance, habits, temperament and so on!
By the cryptarchs’ report, one of the keys was the ritual practice of the Hive, expressed in the worship of Oryx, and.. blind faith… summoning the essence… tribute… Nah. Briefly, mentioning Oryx in your entries, you were solving this puzzle piece by piece.
From prompts #1 to #13, his name was mentioned five times & his face was depicted once by guardians from VK community. (If you were summoning the essence of Oryx too, but we didn’t mention your name - contact us, even cryptarchs sometimes make mistakes)
Guardians, thanks for your contribution to the challenge! One can only guess how to find the keys to the rest of the sealed prompts… But so far it seems this shouldn’t be a problem :)
Two of those mentions were from me. You're welcome.
Destcember Day 13: Theism
From the journals of Warlock Aviur Menacham.
God. A word that carries a lot of different meanings to different people. For some, it refers to an all-powerful, all-knowing deity that created the universe and everything in it. For others, it has meant a pantheon of beings of various levels of power that influenced different aspects of nature. Then, for some, it was simply a concept to be scorned and left behind. These days, the concept is a topic of frequent debate.
First, there was the Traveler. When that great, floating orb showed up in system, it was a marvel. It could terraform planets in a way humanity had only dreamed. Thanks to it, human life-spans were tripled and humanity’s Golden Age began. There were people then who began to consider it to be a god, and after the Collapse, Traveler worship cults became common. Now we have the Fallen, or Eliksni if you prefer, in our system, who worshipped it as a god when it first found their people. Even now, they revere machines and craft their Servitors in its image. Whether their strange form of machine worship lead to them accepting the Traveler as divine or sprang from it, we cannot yet say.
From the Traveler came the Ghosts, filled with Light and able to raise the dead, a miracle in itself. These Risen then were imbued with fantastical powers that some of the ancients would certainly have attributed to gods, things like immortality or the ability to summon fire or lightning seemingly at will. At the very least, they would have been hailed as demi-gods. Before the Iron Lords changed things, there were even some Risen who saw themselves as gods, with baseline humanity something for them to control or use.
In the years since the Collapse, several other enemy species have invaded our system, each of them with their own notion of god. Some of them were even called gods themselves, creatures like Crota and Oryx. Once we understood more of the Hive, we grew to understand that these “gods” were beholden to the Worm gods, leaving Oryx and his ilk as some for of second tier deity. Some of the Cabal seem to venerate their emperor, and the Vex had the Heart of the Black Garden. Such an odd concept, machines with faith.
So where then does that leave us?
Oryx, Crota, and the Black Heart are all dead. A team of three Guardians slew one of the Worm gods on Mars. I would venture to say that being killed by mere bullets would strip any claims of true divinity.
A number of Guardians have had encounters with Emperor Calus, or at least machines posing as him or delivering messages for him. From what I can ascertain, he is a madman. Calus claims to have seen the end of all things and wants to reserve the right to be the final thing alive in the universe. He has even had scribes writing out “future history”, which includes a Guardian siding with him, and helping him wipe out everything else that could take that claim. I do not imagine a god would need to fear being the last one standing.
The Traveler still hovers over our City. It was caged and trapped during the Red War, and somehow awoke from its long slumber to free itself, but had done nothing overt since then. I say nothing overt because there does seem to be an increase in the number of Guardians that claim to have received some sort of communication from it in recent years. With its shell cracked the way that it is now, we can see more of the inner workings of it than ever before, lending more credence to the name given to it by the Fallen, The Great Machine. It is incredible, and obviously capable of great power, but it is no god.
Could it be a conduit to one, though?
We have these vague concepts of “Light” and “Dark” to describe the ontological powers that seem to be waging a conflict that we are stuck in the middle of. One Guardian claims to be receiving communications from the Pyramid ship on Luna talking about beings called the Gardener and the Winnower, which seem to be actualizations of the Dark and Light, and claims that they existed before, and brought about, all things through a game. Could our universe and existence be the result of a pair of deities playing a game of probability? It is a bold claim for sure, and impossible to prove or disprove currently.
That is always what it comes down to, isn’t it? The impossibility of proof, of being able to label and test something that could lie beyond the scope and realm of our ability to study and dissect it. I have seen, experienced, and felt enough in my time as a Guardian to be able to say one thing for certain, a quote from a playwright who lived a millenia ago, “There are more things in heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
That and hope that if there is a God or Gardener out there, that they preserve us from the scythe that both Emperor Calus and that Drifter seem to see coming.
Day 12.
Excerpt:
Titan Claney Beamard’s eyes were drawn toward the Moon which hung low in the blue sky. Several emotions passed through him at once, fear, shame, longing, anger, and regret. He pushed down each one as he always did, burying them as deeply as he could under layers of hate. Forcing his eyes away from the silver-white orb, he focused instead on the band of Fallen raiders that were camped out at the bottom of the hill.
Destcember Day 11.
Excerpt:
The Thrall alternated between trying to claw its way toward him and writhing on the ground, its face passing through three distinct emotions. The agony was expected, it had been shot, after all. The rage was nothing new. He’d seen the same look on dozens of the creatures as they flung themselves at him, trying to tear him with their claws. The third, though, that was a surprise.
Ecstasy.
As it lay there in pain, slowly dying, the creature was caught up in an unfathomable joy. Darcel watched in silence, then was filled with anger. What right did this creature have to feel such joy, while he felt nothing similar. Every day he fought and struggled for an existence that creatures like this threatened at every turn, always feeling the pressure of near extinction. And this thing was wrapped in ecstasy even as it bled and died? The Warlock drew a knife and stabbed the Thrall, dead-center in the white mark on its face. As he did so, it was as if an electrical jolt shot through him.
The Big Bag Theory
A conversation overheard between an unknown Warlock and Hunter as they crossed through the Tower Courtyard heading toward the hangar.
The Warlock was speaking as they came into earshot. “I heard someone say once that, ‘Life is like a big bag, and everything goes into it. You just have to hope that, in the end, the good outweighs the bad.’”
“Well, that’s just stupid,” the Hunter replied.
“What?” the Warlock paused, seemingly caught off-guard by the response.
“Why would I want anything bad in my bag?”
“Well-” the Warlock began before getting cut off.
“I mean, why not just avoid or throw out the bad and make sure that the bag is only full of good stuff?”
“Life doesn’t-” Another interruption.
“I mean, when I’m out searching for salvage, I don’t throw useless scraps in with the valuable loot, right? ‘Ooh, look at this fancy Golden Age tech. Ooh, look at this used piece of tin foil. Think I’ll throw them all together, they’re both equally valuable.’ Please.”
The Hunter waved a hand after making the last statement, and started off in the direction they had been walking again, moving at a quick pace. The Warlock stood still for a beat longer, then raced to catch up.
“I think you’re missing the p-” the Warlock attempted to interject, but was cut off yet again.
“I don’t have room in my bag for that trash. I say shoot the bad stuff and just fill your bag with good things. Right, Ghost?”
The Hunter’s Ghost materialized and did a little swoop around its Guardian’s head. “I’d prefer not to have to haul around trash for you, yes.”
“See?” The Hunter glanced back at the Warlock, and gestured to the Ghost.
The Warlock drew to a stop again, and the Hunter did as well. The two Guardians just looked at each other, the Hunter with a look of expectation, the Warlock blinking rapidly.
“I think I’m going to have to count this conversation as one of my bad things,” the Warlock said. “Excuse me while I go find someone else to talk to to try to balance it out.”
With a quick turn, the Warlock set off in the opposite direction that they had been walking in. The Hunter watched them leave with a shrug, then continued on toward the hangar.
Destcember 2019 Day 8, Alternate Universe.
Excerpt:
Cayde made it into a seated position and turned his mechanical face up to Uldren, though it was hard to see. One of his optics was malfunctioning from the beating he had taken at the hands of the Scorn.
“How’s your sister?” Cayde asked.
Uldren paused, then closed his eyes, and a shot rang out. Cayde flinched, expecting to feel a large caliber round crashing through him, but it never came. Instead, Uldren canted sideways, collapsing on the ground. A Guardian stepped out of the shadows, rushing over to drop by Cayde’s side.