What am I fighting for? I sit here in the tower gazing at the silent and damaged ball in the sky some of us call a god as it hovers over a city I’ve never even stepped foot in. A city I am to protect. From up here none of this seems real. All a joke, and sad joke with no punchline. A society cowering behind a wall and a “god” that can’t even protect itself. A god that gave me this life I never asked for. A god who silently speaks through a holier than thou Warlock! -blam!-ing warlocks acting as if this world depends on their books and charts. When have your secrets ever saved us. My knife holds all the truth and knowledge I need. This tower, an immaculate misrepresentation of us broken men. I find myself longing for the broken air ships of Old Russia. The rust and twisted metal that shows me more truth then all of lies I’m surrounded by now. When this ghost brought me here the first time I was confused, in search of hope and found myself in the hands of New Monarchy. Seduced by the talk of returning to a golden age I can’t remember. I was needed, I could help, and so I did. But with the coming of Crota I can sense the fear and doubt in them. The only hope I’ve seen is in the birds on earth that are still free. I have never known freedom, I have never experienced true hope. I have been tied to this ghost since I awoke nameless and with no knowledge of my own story. The only thing I could identify as truth is the dirt under my shoe and so I took that as my name. I don’t agree with this idea of a king they talk about here but I like this idea of hope. The Dead Orbit are cowards and the FWC talk about war as if it were a beautiful women. They talk of timelines and dimensions as if there modeled after the Vex. And I hear they experiment on their own members. So what am I fighting for? It is just for another chance to plunge my blade into a dreg. As good as that feels it’s not enough. I want to find hope and if I can’t find it, I’ll be it! Eh, New Monarchy seems the closest thing to it. For now I need their help but if they cross us they can meet my blade as well. Until then I think there the best chance we got. -DirtZERO (fan fiction based on in game and lore) Let me know if you like it and I write more.