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originally posted in:Destiny Fiction Producers
Edited by Cyfer: 1/24/2019 2:39:02 PM
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FANFICTION: Delta Ch4 Part 1

[b]The Fireteam[/b] “What can I do for you Guardian?” said the old exo that stood before Delta. “I’m told you’re the one I need to see for a weapon,” said Delta, holding out his now useless Mida. Banshee-44, the Tower gunsmith, widened his eyes at the sight of the rifle. “Interesting,” he said. “I haven’t seen a weapon like that since, well, a long time ago. I can’t remember.” “You too huh?” said Delta. It seemed exos are no strangers to memory loss. “Yes,” replied Banshee. “I have been around for a very long time. When you have had your memory wiped as many times as I have, everything tends to blend together.” Delta was unsettled by Banshee’s comment. How many times had his own memory been wiped? Why would someone do that to him? “But,” said Banshee, interrupting Delta’s thoughts, “I am still the best gunsmith around. I can fix that weapon for you, and even update some of those attachments. When I’m done with it, you will have a superior scout rifle.” “Thank you,” said Delta, handing the Mida over to Banshee. “What is it going to cost me?” Banshee laughed at Delta’s question. “I may be old, but I know a new Guardian when I see one. First time is free my friend. I’ll even loan you some new weapons while I fix up your Mida. Just don’t destroy them like you did the last one.” “Will do,” replied Delta. Banshee set the MIDA on a nearby worktable and began to survey the wall of weapons behind him. He searched until his eyes fell on an auto rifle to the left. He took it off the wall and brought it to Delta. “This here is the trusty Galahad-E. It is as powerful and reliable as auto rifles come. It will serve you well.” Banshee set the auto rifle on the table in front of Delta. “Now there is the question of a special weapon. Tell me: short, mid, or long range?” Delta thought about his encounter with the Fallen and his minor obsession with headshots. “Long range,” he said. “Ah, a marksman,” replied Banshee. “Very well.” The old exo turned away from the wall of weapons and instead opened a nearby crate. After some rummaging he pulled out a skinny sniper rifle with a large scope. “This is the 1000-Yard Stare. She doesn’t look like much, but she packs a big punch.” The gunsmith set the weapon beside the auto rifle. “Take good care of them for me.” “I will,” assured Delta. “Thank you.” Banshee nodded and went back to work while Delta slung the weapons over his shoulder. He turned away to go down the nearby stairs, but some movement caught Delta’s eye. He looked over to see his ghost flying over to him. “Ah! I see you have met Banshee!” said the ghost. “That’s good. You’re going to need those weapons where you’re going.” Delta was confused. “Where am I going?” “Commander Zavala has summoned you!” said the ghost. “Somehow you were selected for a small fireteam on a mission to track down a lead on the Fallen. You’re moving up in the world!” said the ghost, clearly excited. Delta remembered when Cayde told him he would get Zavala to put him on a team. Cayde’s recommendation must have paid off, and Delta was grateful. He just didn’t think he would be sent on a mission so soon. “Zavala and the rest of your fireteam are waiting for you in the Vanguard room. We better get going!” Delta nodded and descended into the tower while his ghost teleported into his helmet. They reached the Vanguard room to find a tall awoken Titan talking with two Hunters, holding their helmets at their side. The first was a human male with short, dark hair. He stood confidently with silver armor, and a black cloak that nearly touched the ground. The second was a human female with dirty blonde hair that rested on her shoulders. Her armor was a deep maroon, and her cloak were also black, but was a good bit shorter than her companion’s. Delta dawned his own armor for missions such as this one. After his conversation with Cayde, he had sought out Ikora Rey once more and she directed him to Roni, the Vanguard Quartermaster, for an armor upgrade. He now wore a full Barkhan Dune armor set, woven for maximum agility with minimal armor plating. He was sure to get it in blue and black. He didn’t know why. Perhaps blue was his favorite color. Delta threw down his own small hood and removed his helmet as he approached the Hunters and the awoken Titan that was no doubt Commander Zavala. Zavala noticed him and directed the Hunters’ attention. “Welcome Delta,” he said. “Please, join us.” [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1371758/224909523/0/0]Part 2[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/224417569?page=0&sort=0&showBanned=0&path=1]The Hub[/url]

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