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.
