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Edited by SunPiercer23:
9/6/2017 2:08:39 PM
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The Hidden: Ch. 5
A Time For Change 5.0
Swirls of light and dark purple filled the emptiness of the void. The forces of Light and Dark fought for dominance, creating a beautiful design of chaos in the previously empty sky.
He took the Dreadnaught into the void, also taking many Guardians, Hive, and Cabal with it. Those who were beings of the Light received their "birthrights." The remaining Cabal and Hive were turned into pure void light and evaporated as soon as the ship entered.
In the Altar of Oryx, the former Taken King, stood a humanoid figure. His armor was made from the remains of Crota, and given a purple glow instead of green from the absorption of excess void light.
A Hidden Warlock approaches the altar towards the menacing Guardian.
Hidden Warlock: Lord Inanis, the Vanguard cowers before our strength. The Traveler is defenseless.
Inanis: Proceed with draining every last morsel of Light from it. I shall make haste and find the Vanguard.
Hidden Warlock: But, we know not of their location yet -
Inanis: - But I do.
Inanis summons the Dark-Drinker and stabs it into the center of the altar. The ship lights turn back on, and the engines start up. Within minutes, the ship is operational. In front of the ship, a gigantic wormhole opens and slowly swallows the ship.
Inanis: No more hiding, no more stealth, no more mercy! It is time for the solar system to know of our presence - and in time, the Universe as well.
Hidden Warlock: We await your command, Lord Inanis.
Inanis: I have a special job for you.
Inanis takes out the Memory of Timur and holds it in his palm as he looks at his companion. Purple swirls emanate from the artifact and make their way towards the Hidden Warlock. As soon as the purple streaks wrapped around his purple, glowing body, he went through a painful, lengthy transformation.
Inanis: The time for change is upon us. The age of the Traveler.... is dead.
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Dark within the Light 5.1 Daemon-13 manages to survive the nova bomb hurled at him, yet his legs are disintegrated in the process and revealing the circuitry and gushing oil. He picks up his head and looks at his attacker slowly descending to the ground and staring through its ghostly helmet, into Daemon-13's optics. As he bled out, his optic lights flickered, and he began to shut down. The ghostly Iron Lord started to grow spikes which pierced through its armor. Suddenly, it was no longer what it used to be. It became a monster. The monstrous, ghostly figure approached him with clenched fists. Daemon-13 prepares for his imminent death when the figure pauses and stares towards a random direction. Seconds pass as it focuses on a hazy, distant, female voice. The voice cuts off when it feels something pierce through it. Daemon-13, now a living flame, rips a hole in the back of the ghost's neck, tears down its back, and with a flaming fist, punches through its chest. Then it collapses on its knees, onto Daemon-13's level, slowly turns into burning flakes of ashes, and disappears. Daemon-13 falls into the ashes and his motor functions begin to fail. As his body shuts down, he lifts his head up and looks at his hand until his functional arm freezes in place, like the rest of his still body. He turns his neck slowly to look around, then his optics, and then - dark.
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Edited by SunPiercer23: 8/26/2017 6:19:00 AMThe Dreadnaught 5.0 A female Warlock enters the Iron Temple and speaks to the Vanguard. Warlock: We have a situation. Ikora Rey: Report. Warlock: I was deployed with a fireteam earlier, and while we were flying to our destination, we picked up huge activity and - you won't believe this so I'll just show you. The female Warlock approaches the console and sets a location to observe. Ikora Rey: Wait, what is it? Within seconds, an 3D image emerges from the screen of the console. What they see, shocks them all: the Dreadnaught back in orbit within Saturn's rings. Ikora Rey: That's impossible. Cayde-6: Yeah, Oryx is dead. There's no one to control it... unless it was left on autopilot? As Cayde-6 tries to make conclusions, Zavala examines the image further. He types on the console like a keyboard, trying to find answers. Zavala intensely looks through the data when he notices a familiar, slightly changed signature radiating from the ship. Zavala: And where's the rest of your team, Guardian? Warlock: Switching out weapons in the vault. Zavala: Assemble your fireteam, and find out about the Dreadnaught and its new owner. As the female Warlock leaves, the Vanguard talk among themselves. Cayde-6: I'm thinking you know what's going on. Zavala: I'm beginning to develop a few theories. Ikora Rey: I have one, and it gives me chills thinking about it. Cayde-6: .... Um, is something missing here? Where's that cryptic message? Zavala: Stay focused. This no time for games. Ikora Rey: Then, whatever it is, its of the shadows. Eris Morn hisses from afar, and Ikora Rey shows her irritation with a stern look at the console. Ikora Rey: Let us continue finding what we can.
