Bylar-74 has always had the weirdest ideas for entertainment. With the fall of the Taken King, and the many wars across the system slowing down, the Fireteam was getting more and more free time to themselves. I mean, the heads of the tower were always pushing patrols, or participation in the Crucible, and Zavala always lectured them on, “The need for constant vigilance, to always be ready for the next threat, to blah blah blah blah...”
So Bylar had a better idea to spend some free time! A memory of hers had resurfaced; a very dangerous thing indeed; but it was something she realized could swiftly be turned into a set of directions towards a very, very fun night.
It was dusk now over one of the minor cities of the former North American Empire. In an ancient time, it was called Pierre, in a territory called South Dakota.
(An ancient photo, from a simpler time)
Like many cities, it might have once been intricate and immaculate; the collapsing bridges criss-crossing the surface of the immense river that divided the city would certainly give the idea. But like many cities, especially here in the remains of the NAE, the human element had vanished, and nature had taken back what was hers. Vegetation sprawled in the city, the forest was devouring the houses and streets on its outskirts, and the water from the rising river puddled and pooled in the streets surrounding it.
It might have, for a short time, been a Fallen encampment. It still might. They weren’t really sure. And that’s exactly why the three phased down into the woods outside the city, marking their path in.
Bylar turned towards her partners and put her hands on her hips triumphantly. “Alriiiight, fly-by’s can’t seem to pick up any Fallen activity here, so that’s a great start!”