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[lighttouched]

You were not born to be gentle. 

You were born to bring kingdoms to their knees, to cut their enemies down. But here you are, caked in earth and radioloria, brought down by your enemy. It’s a pitiful sight to see the Titan half-dead sitting against a rock face. Tango waivers between what the Humans consciousness and unconsciousness. The Dark around them is stifling; had they any idea of how suffocating the feeling would be, they wouldn’t have ventured into Vex territory alone. 

Ghost does what is can to stem the flow of precious fluids from their system. However the oppressive dead zone has sapped both of their strength and Light. 

_Tango, don’t go offline. I don’t think I will have enough Light in me to revive you. Barely keeping you together as it is._ The construct relays to it’s Guardian. Two flickering green optics blink slowly - a silent response that they were doing their best. The damage done to their platform was extensive... it would take days to repair. 

_I’m picking up Fallen comms, play dead?_ It pauses. _Not that it will be that hard... given your current state._

Muffled noises hit the android’s audio receptors. Whatever was coming would hopefully pass them by; take them for dead. 

They were close enough to it to pass off as dead anyways.

@fallenandnotgettingup-blog​

[lighttouched]

         your feet carry you over this holy ground. it’s a first for you, to feel the sensation of natural earth beneath you. sunlight kisses tender skin. wind plays within pale locks. for a few moments, you allow yourself to be free from the burdens that weigh so heavily upon your shoulders. 

          golden orbs take in the surroundings. its beautiful here. these places that have been created enchant even you, oh mighty creature! the flora and fauna are fascinating and vibrant - spreading far as the eyes can see. the farther you walk, the more entranced in the scenery you become - until you cannot recall what direction you came from... 

          the great creature stops its walking, head scanning the horizon. the plight’s structures are everywhere here. the towers bronze monoliths grow as frequently as the flora... 

          swallowing a growing lump in your throat, you move onwards at a cautious pace. its not long till the sounds of chaos reach your ears. it seemed Casaphia was not the only one to have wandered so far from common ground. feet pick up the pace and the creature dives into the fray. 

          do not fret, @acehuntd​ , this one is on their way.

[lighttouched]

@citizenslight​ 

Kupier laughs, "Is that really why you all do crucible? To be ready to wreck everything?" He's picking through a damaged pike.

          “Well, its good live-fire drills too.” The Huntress rolls her shoulders, bringing Jade Rabbit to bear. “How long are you going to be, I don’t get paid to babysit.” 

[lighttouched]

@owlsector​ has been gone for so long... x

Honestly, she thought him to be dead. But here he was. Hiding, and alive. 

When the shard called her to the dead forest all the Titan thought she would encounter was the House Dusk, lightning storms, and strange anomalies due to the tainted husk of the Traveler. But when the half-breed stumbled upon the sigil of the House Wolves her interest was piqued. Hadn’t the Queen sought them all out and killed them? Perhaps her reach was not as far as the woman thought. Maybe, just maybe beyond these walls of energy she’d find something interesting, or maybe she’d find nothing at all. 

Nothing was the exact opposite of what Tala found. Trudging into the small encampment in damaged plating, Titan sees a familiar face. 

Rhysis. 

How long had it been? Years. Gods. The Titaness can barely recall their last interaction with one another before his disappearance. To meet him and his crew here - of all places - was nothing short of a miracle. Playfully she yanks upon the elder’s massive helm; it causes him to chuckle and stoop to her level. A smile creeps across her piebald features. It was good to see him.

“ No. Just tired of everyone being taller than I am. ” Comes the joke. A fist gently punches one of the Fallen’s upper appendages in greeting. “ Thought you were a goner. Good to see yer still kicking... it’s been a long time Rhysis. ”

[lighttouched]

          Since its revival, the Light has found itself among the mortals. A fascinating group. Their daily lives and activities have gripped its attention; everything the did and said, the clothes they wore to the customs they took part in. With a great degree of curiosity the creature made it a point to try and research Humanities history and cultures.

          There were many resources for this within the archives of the Tower. So many in fact the Traveler hadn't a clue where to begin! With the guidance of an elderly Human, they found themselves surrounded by tome upon tome; feverishly gorging themselves on the information within the books. As the entity reads, their eyelids grow heavy. Its a strange feeling... something pulls at them. Making their actions sluggish and sloppy. This.. this has never happened before...

          Soon it is asleep within a nest of weathered books.

[lighttouched]

@spacewrought​ 

You do not know why you are different, or why you are here. It brought you back for some purpose that you cannot shake. Despite not wanting this fate, you are a loyal creature and pledge your allegiance to this city. To it’s Vanguard, it’s people... it’s Speaker. 

_Tango, you KNOW it’s against the rules to investigate your past!_ Ghost laments. However, what was its power against the Titan? It needed this information for a sense of self; who were they to deny them? A strange entity even in this galaxy. Neither Human nor Exo - something in between. _When the Zavala finds out you’re going to find yourself in a LOT of trouble..._ 

“I do not care.” The machine responds. Tango moves through the Tower with purpose, optics watching the Ghost as it anxiously hovers at their shoulder. “I need to know what I am. Not the Vanguard nor the Speaker can stop me. We are making for Mars.” 

With their attention still on their Ghost, the Guardian almost collides with a white clad figure. Fumbling but managing to stop a fall the Titan whips about - mouth opening in a growl, taking the other for a Warlock... until the other turns around. Optics widen in shock. 

The Speaker.

_Oh we are SO dead..._

[lighttouched]

“The Light cannot save us...”