An Old Guard Hunter

[theblueguardiangirlsrp]

In the Aftermath

[oldguard-nighthawk-blog]

theblueguardiangirlsrp

Curiosity nodded in confirmation. That was what some called them. It was a welcome name, it brought them happiness to be regarded as a protector, it was all they had wanted for a long time. Trying to engage, they made a sequence of gestures, at each of the Ghosts and around them all, accompanied by a cluster of beeps.  They were trying to find out it Vega had any information on what happened to leave everything in this state.

“They’ve been mute since…. we’ve met.” Avi admitted. “If we can find a datapad…they can write for themselves… until then we try our best.”

Curiosity chuffed, blasting air through their cheeks in frustration. They gestured slowly to the Ghosts, and repeated a more deliberate questioning warble.

“Yes, ah… what happened? Where is the Light?” Curiosity nodded, so that was what had been lost. They could just tell, just barely sense it was gone.

Vega paused, weighing the gravity of the question. Curiosity didn’t know what had happened. They had been wandering out here without any idea of what was going on in the City. The flock of Ghosts suddenly dropping without any explanation must’ve been terrifying, she realised. She lowered her head slightly, and looked in the direction of where she knew the City to be.

“The Light is gone.” She told them quietly. “As is the City. We were attacked by a Cabal fleet. Hundreds of ship descended from the sky, took us completely by surprise. We didn’t stand a chance. They... they did something to the Traveller. Used some kind of machine to cut off the Light. Now none of us have it.”

And they were reduced to scavenging, just like the Fallen. Taking whatever they could find and looking for a place to regroup and hopefully gather some kind of resistance. They would need all the help they could get if they were to take back their home.

“I’ve heard there’s some kind of Farm being used as a temporary base for Guardians. I’m heading there now. You’re welcome to accompany me if you want.”

[theblueguardiangirlsrp]

In the Aftermath

[oldguard-nighthawk-blog]

theblueguardiangirlsrp

Curiosity chimes a three not greeting, then looks down at themselves. They touched the purple Ghost -Cassandra- tucked into their breastplate, and gestured over their shoulder. Turning to the side, they revealed the little used hood of their cape. Not customary of Warlocks, no, but it was easier for Ghosts to hide beneath in a pinch than their robes. Nestled in the hood was a bundle of three Ghosts, a pale pink, a green, and a teal. Adventurine’s eye shifted to regard the newcomers.

“O-oh.” He managed to squeak. “Others. Alive?” Curiosity gave a pleased trill and reached around to scratch one of his phalanges. His first words since he and all the rest had fallen. He must have still been dormant when Cass’s kinderguardian had died. This was encouraging, that he may recover, that they all may. The Exo mumbled a range of uncertain notes, and the Ghost hummed back. “I am… I am not okay… but I am functioning… Kind of.”

To the other Guardian pair, he said. “We are the flock… this is Curiosity… least that’s what… we’ve always called them… I go by Adventurine… or Avi sometimes.” He sounded weary, paused often to collect his thoughts.

Vega tilted her head at the sight of the group of Ghosts that the Warlock carried. It was definitely unusual to see that many Ghosts with one Guardian. She briefly wondered what had prompted that decision, until one of the little lights spoke up. That was a relief at least - if both Church and this Ghost had revived, then others would as well. But without their connection to the Light...

The Hunter listened intently as Adventurine introduced himself, and nodded a greeting. “It’s nice to meet you all.” She answered, and then Church let out a soft chirp of recognition.

“You’re the Silent Mother.” He said with quiet awe. Vega paused, silently rummaging around her memory banks. She’d heard that nickname occasionally, spoken by kinderguardians at the Tower who had been given safe passage to the City. That would explain the amount of Ghosts they had with them.

[theblueguardiangirlsrp]

In the Aftermath

[oldguard-nighthawk-blog]

theblueguardiangirlsrp

Curiosity keened softly, a sympathetic noise but one full of sorrow for themself as well. They returned the kind face by shifting their own jaw, showing more of the soft lights in their cheeks, pulsing warmly. Protective lids drooped over their eyes though, they were weary and it showed.

They hummed as best they could in greeting, throat and audio output as nonfunctional as always. It was exposed, slightly, they kept their collar partially open for throat lights to sine through. Without a voice they needed as much body language as possible to communicate, especially with the Ghosts all dormant, tucked in their cloak and breastplate. They held out a hand to shake though, tucking their rifle down at their side, other hand still secure on the stock.

The Hunter’s Ghost was still alive, it’s light dim. Adventurine also had a glow, but he never spoke. It gave them faint hope for the others’ recovery. Curiosity wondered if this Ghost could speak, it did not seem much more alert than the rest.

The soft noises and display of the other’s throat lights gave Vega enough of an idea of what was trying to be said. Exos were very expressive in their own body language, so speech was not always required, but it was clear in this situation that this Exo had difficulty speaking at all. No matter, they would be able to work their way around it.

When the Warlock raised their hand in offering, she grasped it and shook it gently, giving a gentle nod. “I’m Vega.” She introduced herself, before letting go of the hand and motioning towards the Ghost inside her hood. “This is Church.”

“Hey.” Church greeted weakly. The large crack across his optic meant that his sight was impaired, but he could just make out the edges of their new friend. He swore he recognised them from somewhere, but couldn’t quite recall it. Maybe if they were able to get a name from them, it would come back to him.

[theblueguardiangirlsrp]

In the Aftermath

[oldguard-nighthawk-blog]

theblueguardiangirlsrp

They were waiting, Curiosity had half expected them to move, vanish from view behind a tree or something else. Seeing another Guardian after what felt like ages seemed almost too good to be true. They kept optics locked on the Hunter, afraid they may fade like a mirage.

The Hunter did shift, not out of view but noticeably, drawing a rifle and shifting their attention. Curiosity processed for a full millisecond then followed suit, also noticing the disturbance. On autopilot they leveled their own rifle and shifted to cover, taking two large steps backwards and behind the nearest tree. They swung around the right side of it, to stay in view of their nearby ally. Now found, Curiosity did not want to become separated. As they moved and fell still, so did the surroundings.

They waited, frozen in the silence, optics focused on the last point of noise. Time dragged on long enough where they wished they had begun counting. Then in a sudden flash of brown, a shape burst forth and darted past. Curiosity hit the trigger, four shots from the auto barking out before they realized their mistake. A young buck sprinted off through the brush, unharmed. Curiosity’s aim had been assuming an attack, the deer had run away from them. For a short moment the world around them was alive with other critters scampering from the noise, birds calling through the trees as they departed. Curiosity’s throat lights dimmed in shame, and they mentally marked four bullets down from their already dwindling supply. Letting the rifle droop in their hands, they turned to meet the Hunter.

As the disturbance moved from the bushes, Vega’s own rifle fire joined that of the other person’s, though fortunately only two bullets sprang from her gun, and just about missed their target... which turned out to be nothing more than a deer. Her shoulders remained tense for a few moments as she watched the buck go, and listened as every other animal in the area made their presence known as well. Eventually, she let out a heavy sigh and allowed her body to relax.

Gun lowered, she turned towards the stranger, her helmet dissipating to reveal her green camo and silver plating, giving an approximation of a warm smile. “I guess we’re both a little on edge today, huh?” She huffed. 

As much as she hoped she’d find one of her fellow Hunters, company was company, certainly with what was going on lately. And Warlocks tended to be a bit better with their strategies, whilst a Titan would be much more willing to simply charge back to the City and fight as many Cabal as possible. Vega would give many things for a bit of payback, but she could see now was a better time to regroup and plan.

[theblueguardiangirlsrp]

In the Aftermath

[oldguard-nighthawk-blog]

theblueguardiangirlsrp

It was a chore to walk quietly, they had never been particularly equipped for it, but now their belt was laden with shock pistols scavenged from Dregs, four of varying levels of charges. Curiosity cringed each time the metal clanked together, focused more than they ought to be on the annoying noise. Until their audio processors were overloaded by a much sharper, much louder noise.

The whistle was a shock, enough to startle the old Exo into action. Whirling and raising their nearly empty rifle, which had more range than the pistols anyway, they set their feet in a solid stance and aimed in the direction of the sound. They knew where it came from, triangulated it via audio inputs and subroutines. Luckily, the same subs recognized the source. Mechanical, human make, Exo.

Their shoulders collapsed, rifle lowered. An ally was a welcome development. Perhaps this someone would know where they are, what is going on. With exposed cheek and throat lights bleeding relief, they began trudging in the direction of the noise. There was nothing else on their mind but the solace of company, they had never been alone before and it was grating on their emotional algorithms. They didn’t notice, as they should have, the movement nearby, the shapes in the bushes.

As the figure moved, so did Vega. Any survivor out here was a welcome sight, and maybe this person had some idea of which direction the Farm was, so they could head there together and get some semblance of an organised force together. They would take back their City. She knew they would. They just needed to find the Vanguard, get everyone together, and make a plan. As they had always done.

“Movement... to your right...” Church managed to groan out, and she gripped the old, battered auto rifle in her hands. It wasn’t her preferred kind of weapon, but she would take what she could get at this point. As her right hand held her gun and pointed it to the bushes, Vega’s left hand released and made a purposeful pushing motion twice towards the approaching figure.

Slow down.

Hopefully they would get the hint and make their approach more carefully. Much as she wanted to burn off some steam, she didn’t want this person getting hurt if they were unable to defend themselves.

[theblueguardiangirlsrp]

In the Aftermath

Closed Starter:  @oldguard-nighthawk

Curiosity tried not to fret often. It alarmed the Ghosts and frightened young Guardians. But there were no Guardians here, and the Ghosts were all dead.

Dormant, not dead. They were not dead. This was not the time to think like that. They had gathered Lithium, Magnolia, Adventurine, and Cassandra into their robes, tucking them behind the half-breastplate.

Cassandra, poor Cassandra had just awoken her match. A fledgling human Titan who had seemed disoriented, but clever. They were on their way to a safe LZ, and then the City, when the Ghosts went dark. All at once they dropped from the air. Together, Curiosity and the Titan had gathered up the Ghosts and carried on in the direction of the City. Fallen had jumped them, and the Titan had been too new. Curiosity could not defend them. They died, the Exo managed to scoop up Cassandra, finish driving away the band, and limp onwards.

Without the Ghosts, everything fell apart. It was interesting, in a way. Curiosity had always felt that they were the one caring for the Ghosts. But it was sobering realizing that it had been an equal relationship, and that the Exo was crippled without them. Limits to repairing themselves, no ammo synthesizing, no comms, no ship, no company, no accurate barometer on the Light. They hadn’t felt it since they’d lost their Ghost so long ago, but the little piece of them that had once been a Warlock knew something was wrong in the aether, something was missing.

There was nothing to do but move in the direction they hoped the City was, and pray to run into someone who could help figure out what had gone so deeply wrong.

[oldguard-nighthawk-blog]

Really, they should’ve seen this coming the minute they learned of the Cabal’s existence. They should’ve anticipated that such a race, dedicated to war as they were, would eventually make their charge on Earth and attempt to wipe out the City. They should’ve looked the most towards these beasts - Fallen, Hive, and Vex were merely distractions, no matter the paranoia of Eris and the long since vanished Osiris.

What would the Warlock think if he could see this?

It had been instinct for Vega to go to Felwinter’s Peak, to seek solace with Saladin and his wolves until they could come up with a plan to take back what was theirs. But something so important to the Guardians didn’t last long regardless of their forces. Legionaries and War Beasts had charged on the Iron Temple, and whilst they were able to repel much of the attack, the buildings they had taken refuge in were beyond any kind of repair they could do in that moment. So the new Iron Lords and all they had sheltered scattered - some seeking a Farm that was rumored to be a new base for Guardians, some heading back towards the City, some vanishing into the wilderness.

Having salvaged some Days of Iron armor, and relishing the warmth it provided, the old Hunter marched on. A small black Ghost with a large gash over its eye and its blue pupil blinking rapidly was nestled inside her hood, though it didn’t say a word as they went. Her destination was not the Farm, not yet. She had something to recover first, from the sight of a long distant and very painful memory. But she would deal with that when she got there.

Because in front of her, quite some distance but close enough that she could make out the shape, was a humanoid figure. Judging by the robes it looked like a Warlock. Vega stopped, and adjusted her vocal processor to let out a shrill whistle, hoping to catch the other’s attention. 

Whatever else heard her could be dealt with - she was itching to shoot something, after all.

[johnnybravo20]

The Wolf Pack (by  Ralf Κλενγελ)

[thathomestar]

[thathomestar]

goodbye jitter bird…………………

[henchthem]

Prometheus Lens - “Cryptarchs made a crystal that starts fires? Get me one. I don’t care how you do it. Go!” - Cayde-6

[ladyjolder]

> DESTINY 2 IS BEAUTIFUL (17/??)         ↳ Fields of glass (Simulant Past), Mercury

[soothinghymn]

i’m here all week until december 5th

[sixofcaydes]

Visit Original Link

Probably one of my favourite NPC lines in the whole game.

[interstellartooru]

Space Aesthetics: Sun

my brilliance extends for miles

not even the clouds can stop my shine

it all revolves around my existence

because without me, you are nothing

[memewhore]

[theishtarindividual]

solar classes @ ghaul

[josephacross]

Hunter Class concepts 

[specterepsilon]

*sounds of Hunters screaming*

[chyronsmaiden]

Enter the Iron Banner 

Begins:  October 10, 2AM Pacific 

Ends:  October 17, 2AM Pacific

The game is Control.

What’s different? Combat will be between two teams of four players. Your fighting abilities, not your power levels, will decide the outcome. Bounties and Ranks have been replaced with an Iron Banner Engram.

How can you compete? Complete the Destiny 2 campaign – the only way to reach the Tower. Visit Lord Saladin in the Tower to begin the Iron Banner Quest. Fight in the Iron Banner playlist with Quickplay modes and matchmaking.

What’s in it for you? Earn Iron Banner Tokens in every match (earn more if you win). Daily and Season* Milestones that track your progress to glory. Claim brand new armor wrought in the forges of the Iron Lords.

[themothyards]

A cloak might hide you, but you don’t wear it just to hide. A cloak might warm you, but you don’t wear it just to stay warm. You don’t wear it just ‘cause it looks nice or ‘cause it’s a conversation starter.

It don’t always feel good to wear a cloak. Some cloaks, they hurt every time you put ‘em on, like a scar that’ll never fully heal. And that’s the point:

If it hurts when you wear it, you aren’t liable to forget.

- Cayde-6