DESTINY TheLastWar Chapter 2.

A dramatic moment, should always be expected

DESTINY

TheLastWar

Battles of the ages have occoured throughout the entire universe. Everything seems to be on the edge of extinction. Cabal, Vex, Hive, Taken, Fallen and Man. All fighting against each other. No one is to be left standing on the earth. However something forgotten lurks in the dark. Something that was left to rot has found a way to survive. Something that seeks vengance, driven by hate, by hunger. SIVA is to return...

CHAPTER 2

Zikci: Hey River

River: Oh hey...how are you?

(Zikci sits down at River’s lap)

Zikci: Oh you know...just a little down

River: Who are you voting for then?

Zikci: Well I want Zavala back, no doubt, we need a leader. However I also want my grandpa. I’ve only seen him once, otherwise it have been his wretched form or a statue or picture. It was the only time I’ve seen him in his flesh.

Cres: GUYS!

River, Zikci: Yeah?

Cres: Get your asses out here, NOW!

(Alarm starts to sound)

Commander Fall: Alright, this is not a drill, I repeat this is not a drill. Go go go!

River: Fall? Is the base under attack?

Commander Fall: We don’t know yet, however there are enemies out front, but they seem to be guarding or rather, waiting. We’re not taking any chances, arm up and get in position.

River, Zikci, Cres: Sir yes sir!

(River graps his FX-350 revolver and his T-60 bazooka)

(Zikci graps her ST-3 scout rifle and her T-6 handgun)

(Cres graps his dual wield 5-0 handguns and his Lord of the Night sword)

Squad commander: Alright guardians! This is not a drill and this is not for fun! We’re not here to target practice! So no one fires a single bullet! No one! One mistake may lead to a battle we can’t win! Time for defence!

With the sounds of barriers getting placed, guns getting loaded, and guardians getting in position. You can hear the silence of the Acolytes, the Thralls and the scream of terror from the Taken!

 

 Episode: Fury or Fire

Cayde-6: Alright, everbody, keep your target locked, but do NOT engage!

Ikora: Warlocks, find your inner light, and channel it through your hands. But siece control, for it’s not needed to battle yet.

Cayde-6: Tres, is the barriers set?

General Tres: Yes sir, the tanks are set, the heavy infantry are set. The barriers are blocking the main entrance.

Zavala: Good, because he’s coming.

Cayde-6, Zikci, Ikora, General Tres: Zavala!

Zavala: Yes it’s me, in my own flesh and bones, armour and clothes.

Cayde-6: You killed the dude?

Zavala: No

Ikora: What? You didn’t kill Dreafrence?

Zavala: No, I did not kill him, as I did not win.

Cayde-6: But how can you then be here dude?

Zavala: He let me go

General Tres: He what? Didn’t you two battle to the last standing man?

Zavala: Yes but I was not worth to kill, we came to an agreement, and we’re no longer in a battle. Taken and Man are now at peace.

(Zavala sits down by the nearest table and Tres comes running from the main gate)

Commander Fall: But what’s up with the Thrall and Acolytes then?

Zavala: They guided me safely home. Even tho it’s not his Thralls and Acolytes

Ikora: Wait, if it isn’t his, then who’s is it?

(Out of a sudden, a reflection of Oryx appears)

Oryx: Hello guardians. I see you’ve made peace with the traitor Dreafrence. I thought he’d do his bidding and take over this world but I took wrong of his intentions. His mind has grown old, and he has realized the meaning on peace. It’s  such a shame isn’t it? Leaving scars in the world. I see Eris Morn still has the mark of my son. Well, now it’s your turn!

With the Taken rising again. And the Hive getting angry. Crota’s return is news, bad news. For the pince of darkness are not a joke to be taken lightly. He is a threat, and must at any chance, be eliminated.

Dreafrence is now the last chance of redemption, but is he willing to fight for what he gave op?

 

 

 

Episode: The return of dark days

Zikci: Dad, we got to reach out to him! He’s our last chance, you heard Oryx yourself. His is bringing Crota back to life. We can’t allow that, and no one but K-6 is the last hope, he’ve taken out Oryx! The god damn taken king! You got to talk to him, or I will!

General Tres: No! By no chance are you gonna contact your grandpa ever again!

Commander Fall: Sir, she has a point, we can’t win without the help of Dreafrence.

General Tres: But what’s to stop him from attacking us once he is here? I mean, my dad has turned evil

Zavala: But it’s too late to think about that Tres. We called him over.

General Tres: You what?! I’m in charge of the facility, that means, I need to agree on any choice which is made here.

Dreafrence: Hello my son.

General Tres: Dreafrence!

Dreafrence: So you’re not even happy to see your old paps again?

General Tres: Why should I?! You’ve terrorized millions of people, and you’ll only continue to do so! There is no place for you here, so turn your back and leave!

Zavala: Tres! Keep it down!

Dreafrence: I haven’t changed no, but I do care for my family! And whenever they call for help! I will help!

General Tres: We’re not your family, you’re not K-6, my dad, the legendary guardian! You’re a monster! A fowl creature of darkness! You do not belong in this world, you belong in the ground, in a grave. In a tomb, buried beneath the sands of mars!

(Dreafrence stands strong and turns his back, gets a proper grip on his staff, and walks away while slowly being warped into his jump ship)

Dreafrence: Forever more you shall lie in chaos, forever more you shall be known as the weak, you shall no longer be feared amongst the stars. May your food rot, your engines explode and your gear dismantle. May you tear yourself apart, piece by piece, until the end of the human days are over. Until the stars are finally free of your wretched existens.

(With a scream of taken, dreafrence was gone)

Once back to visit his old friend. K-6 takes the coordinates to the pleaguelands. As a surprise, Lord Saladin was still standing and guarding, waiting for SIVA’s return. Not in his living form, but in his soul. Still carrying his armour and his axe. His  soul takes his place, and waits for the day to come.

Right there, standing still and staring at the entrance. His armour stands in a perfect position, as the one he was left in. A bit of dust here and there. The colour however, has not yet disappeared. It’s still standing with all its might. Still standing, non the less, guarding.