Chapter 8: The JournalA Chapter by Eugenio RodriguezWhile Sagan, Stall and Zula make their escape from Ishtar Academy, Sonja_Red goes off to look for her friend Vorra the Witch, who takes to fight in the Crucible to vent her anger.Zula was sprinting
through the halls of Ishtar Academy, while carrying the incapacitated Sagan-7
under her arm. Stall struggled to keep
up, but he managed. “I can see the exit!”
exclaimed Stall, while hugging his book. “Hold on…” shouted Zula
as she came to an abrupt stop, sparks flying from her boots as she did. “It’s
never as easy as it seems with the Vex…” she said, grabbing the back of Stall’s
cloak so he wouldn’t get ahead. “Ah, Whiplash!” he
shouted. Zula pulled Stall back,
and let go of his cloak. “Quit manhandling my
student!” shouted Sagan, still being carried by Zula. Zula chuckled, as she let
go of Sagan, his body dropping with a metallic clank. She took cover behind a
crumbling pillar, and looked down the scope of her scout rifle, to see if the
entrance was clear. Stall stumbled to Sagan’s
side, and dragged him to the pillar Zula was at. “left leg.” He said. Sagan sighed. “Not again…Help me up
will ya?” Stall helped his teacher
up, and propped his bum knee on the ground. It was like posing a very large
action figure. Zula saw clouds forming
near the entrance through her scope. “Just as I thought…The Vex were waiting
for us…” she said, trading her scout rifle for a sniper rifle, a behemoth of a
weapon that only a Titan could carry, or two Warlocks, maybe 3 hunters if they
put their backs into it. The gun itself was about as tall as Stall and loaded
with bullets so massive they could knock an asteroid off its course. Sagan leaned on his good
leg, and took aim with a sniper rifle of his own. Although nowhere near as
impressive as Zula’s ‘space dragon bazooka’, his was taken off the corpse of a
Fallen Vandal. Often left behind for its ugly design, Sagan favored it for its
accuracy and power. Stall had yet to amass an
armory of his own, so he simply took out his favorite piece and took aim, a
standard issue handcannon with no special modifications. Zula looked to her side,
and saw Stall’s weapon of choice. She sighed. “Hey kid, unless there
are some invisible standing right in front of us, you’re not going to hit
anything with that.” “Well…I don’t have
anything long range…” said Stall, lowering his gun. A scout rifle
materialized in Zula’s hand, it was different than the one she was using
before. “The Jericho is a good piece.
It’s got a SureShot IS, and fires as fast as you can pull the trigger, this gun
got me through the battle of seven peaks. It’s taken the heads of many fallen,
hive, cabal and the like.” She paused. “This gun shoots itself.” She handed the
piece to Stall. “All yours kid.” “Wait…you’re giving it to
me?!” Stall exclaimed, holding the rifle in his hands, aiming down the sight. “Yeah, sure.” She took
aim with her sniper rifle. “It’s got no sentimental value to me.” “But wait…What was all
that about the battle of the seven peaks and the heads?” “It’s never a good idea
to cling to the past kid. Besides, it’s just a gun. I got plenty more where
that came from.” Zula’s tone was very cold, and apathetic, but genuine, and
inspiring at the same time. Sagan put a hand on
Stall’s shoulder. “How do you feel boy? Some faint after hearing Zula’s pep
talks.” “Well…Inspired…but also
look at this thing! Zula said she used it in the battle of the Seven Peaks!”
Stall showed Sagan the gun. Sagan examined it, and
noticed that the gun looked brand new. Not only that, but he had fought
alongside Zula during the Battle of Seven peaks. He knew that she used pulse
rifles then, and hadn’t made the switch to scout rifles until the battle of the
Twilight Gap. Sagan laughed. “That’s Zula
for you…” “What? What is it? Why’re
you laughing?” “Nothing...It’s a fine
weapon, just…brings me back.” Sagan paused. Here, don’t worry about the Vex, me
and Zula will take care of it. How’s about you get cracking on that book, maybe
you might uncover the secrets of the universe…: Stall nodded, as he
rested the gun against the collapsed pillar, he sat cross legged, tucking his
robes as if he were a wearing a dress, and laid the book on his lap. He wiped
what appeared to be dust off the cover of the book, running his hand over the red
Vex eye, which glew when it felt his presence. “Guardian…” hissed
something. Stall looked over
his shoulder, and then he looked at the book. “Talking book?” “Help…” hissed the book
as its eye grew brighter. “A talking book…now this
has got to be a joke.” pondered Stall. “Ghost, analyze this thing” Stall’s ghost
materialized next to his head. It hovered towards the book, and scanned
it. Stall opened the book, and flipped through its contents. The pages
were dark and damp, but the text was very much legible. The ink had a subtle
glow. Stall read aloud the
first passage of the book. “I am not used to writing
down my thoughts, but I don’t want to be forgotten. The Vault has already
claimed one from my team, a warlock, his name was Praedyth, although I am not certain,
as I am writing this, my memory of him wavers. He wasn’t just killed, or
obliterated. Our ghosts have no record of him whatsoever. It’s as though
he was erased from time itself. We must press on, and should our Ghosts have no
memory of us, then this journal will prove them wrong. Should the Vault claim
me, know that I am Kabr the legionless.” Stall’s eyes widened. He
slammed the book shut, and gazed upon the glowing red eye once more. “It can’t be…” he said
under his breath. “Scan complete” said the
ghost. Stall gulped. “What have you got?” “The binding of the book
contains parts from Vex armor plating and the shell from…wait. That can’t be
right.” “You’re always right
Ghost…” Stall pulled at his collar. “What’s so unbelievable?” Stall’s Ghost hovered
towards the book. “The remains of Kabr’s
Ghost.”
“And then I impaled him
with the flag…” said an enthralled Stryker_Omega to a group of fellow Titans.
He was in the Crucible airlock, a place where Guardians congregate while their
crucible matches are getting set up. It came fully stocked with rations,
weapons, ammo, and places to rest. It was essentially his home given the amount
of time he spent there. “That’s nuts!” exclaimed
one Titan. “Wouldn’t it have been
easier to just punch him in the face?” said the other Titan. “You can’t solve all your
problems by punching things in the face…” said Stryker, putting his hands on
his hips. The Titan’s eyes widened,
Stryker then broke out in laughter. “I’m joking. Of course
you can, come on.” Stryker’s ghost
materialized, and hovered towards his head. “Someone wants to fight
you.” Said his ghost. “Who doesn’t, what makes
this one so special.” Stryker said looking at his Ghost. Ghost lowered
itself to a foot above a table. He projected the hologram of a female warlock,
wearing all black. The hologram was cackling and showing lewd gestures. “Meet your opponent…Vorra
the Witch…” said the ghost. The two other Titans
gasped. Stryker crossed his arms. “HER?!” exclaimed one. “You mean Vorra the Witch
is actually going to fight in the Crucible?” said the other. “Vorra the Witch eh?”
Stryker laughed, and slammed his fist down on the table, disrupting the
hologram. “I have no idea who this person is but I accept their challenge!” “Perfect, this is her first
crucible match, so how’s about we do a standard 2 versus 2 match. Give her a
little wiggle room. Make things a little more interesting.” said Stryker’s
Ghost. “Sure, why not.” said
Stryker. The two other Titans shot
up from their seats. “But I choose to fight
alone.” said Stryker to his ghost, ignoring his peers. “I knew you would.”
Stryker’s ghost disappeared, and Stryker took a seat. “You will be transported
to the fight momentarily.” The Ghost’s disembodied voice said. The two other Titans sat
down as well, very stoked to watch the upcoming match. “So you have no idea who
Vorra the Witch is?” said one Titan. Stryker leaned back in
his chair. “Nope.” He replied. “She’s bad people…” said
the other Titan. “I’ll see for myself.”
Said Stryker.
Sonja_Red was steaming.
She was marching along the promenade of the Tower, trying to chase after Vorra. “You are overreacting
Sonja!” said Red’s ghost, hovering beside her head. Red was looking around
for anyone that resembled a warlock. “Can you locate
her?” she asked “No.” her Ghost replied. “GHOST!” she said running
down a corridor towards Tower Norte. “Yes! Yes I can. One
moment.” Red leaned against a
wall, and crossed her arms. She was tapping one finger impatiently against her
bicep. “Oh dear…” her Ghost
muttered. “What is it?” she asked. “She’s in the crucible,
Says she’s about to fight Stryker_Omega, better known as ‘The Wolf of the
Crucible’. Well known in the Crucible circuit, very dangerous.” Red slammed her hand
against the wall. “The Wolf of the Crucible
huh…” she paused. “Well, I’ve never heard of the guy. Take me there!” She said,
pushing herself off the wall. The Ghost sighed.
“Very well.” © 2015 Eugenio Rodriguez |
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Added on July 15, 2015 Last Updated on July 17, 2015 Tags: Destiny, Destiny the game, fic, fanfic, Bungie, Vault of Glass, The Vault Author
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