Random Mars story Pt 1 and 2

[b]Part I: The Warlord[/b] [i]“…The sky was a dark orange, an amber dusk, an amber husk of its daytime splendor, but no-one cared. The husk of the dusk was unimportant to most. Most where worrying about the husk that was the dark, the void of light that consumed the amber dusk. Most worried of the purple night, the purple miasma of the dark and the void, the lack of the amber. The lack of the light. But I was not so easily scared. Maybe it’s because I am a husk, a void lit by a flame brighter than this amber dusk of dread I stand under. Ancient buildings, new memories, all swirling around this evening sky. All swirling around and around, like the blade of a warrior, like… Like the twirl of a dress, like the rifle of a gunman, like the explosion from a nuclear bomb. All of this, all of these cycles, all lie in this dusk, but they all are truth. They all lie about what they are and there is no truth, but deception. Nothing but the amber husk of the dusk. Or was it the amber dusk of the husk? Is it a dusk of dust? Is it a never-ending cycle or will the torment and pleasure end? Is there an end to this amber husk, this dusk of a husk, this dusty, confusing dusk? Who is the husk and who is the other? Who are the ones made of dust and the other made of a husk? What is this knowledge that grapples my bones like a climber does his rope, like a man does his wife, like a murderer does his victim. I think to myself and all I get is a whisper in the wind, nothing to see or to hear but it’s there. Slaked thirsts grow hungry and time passes from this amber dusk, this husk of a day past, and soon the void will consume everything here until the light may shine once more…” [/i] The armored man looked at the writing, the cryptic booklet, and stored it in a pouch on his hip. He knew it was a madman’s work but madmen are all there seem to be these days, he thought. The Titan looked to the simmering orange desert of Mars, orange hue of the sky reminding of the use of words in the man’s journal entry. He wished ever so badly to find the man’s legacy out, find out what had happened to him, if he was still alive. He doubted so, the paper was so very old. Radio static, then a beep. [i]“Does anyone read me? Come in, can anyone here me?”[/i] The Titan stopped and then activated his Ghost's comm. [i]“Yes, this is Favor-4, what is it?”[/i] A gruff voice, which sounded human, replied back. [i]“Cabal are everywhere over here, and a Guardian is hurt. We were tasked with securing a high-value package. The package is secure but not safe. We need you over here, ASAP.”[/i] The Titan’s Ghost looked to him, and then pinpoint coordinates appeared on the Exo’s HUD. He summoned his Sparrow. He had no idea how much he could help but it was his duty to help those who needed it, for this was the rule of a Titan. He zipped off to the coordinates to witness a massive firefight between what seemed an army of Cabal and two Guardians. One was for sure a Hunter, he saw the cloak from a mile away, but it looked like the other was a Warlock, which somewhat confused him. Most Warlocks never came this far out unless it was required. Mars was a desolate place with the only interesting feature is the amount of Vex on it, or so they thought. He dismounted and drew his trusty Auto-Rifle “Up For Anything”, a gift from Commander Zavala forever ago. He aimed and popped a Cabal skull. One after one, his “Up For Anything” tore through the Cabal and their armies. He, after exhausting his ammunition, pulled out his favorite shotgun and ran towards the towering figures, pumping shells into the formation of Cabal. He made sure never to get too close, for the Cabal hit hard and he didn’t the currency to repair it, though he could tell he would need to by the end of it all. A Cabal Phalanx line held the line between the Titan and a huge, black-armored Colossus. He stood watching the Titan, sometimes firing at the armored figure to induce him to run, beady eyes observing through the pudgy helmet. The Titan, out of ammo for all his guns, resorted to fighting the Cabal with his fists, in which he easily won, thanks to his advanced armor and the amount of strength he was using with each blow. His Exo muscles never tired, so this would only end when the enemy retreat of fall, he thought after punching a Legionaries’ skull in with a single strike. The Titan’s Ghost, whom had been floating above the battlefield, watched as the Traveler’s light was used as the most painful weapon he ever saw. Electricity flew from the Titan’s fists as blow upon blow rained from him, blood-spattered armor shining in the bright light, while the Hunter shot at the many Cabal surrounding the Titan. The Warlock stayed in her position, tending to the package she had in her arms. The Black Colossus roared, readied his weapon, and fired into the air. The Cabal all stopped and hastily retreated from the Hunter and the Titan. They both watched as the Colossus shambled towards the two, imposing tower of a body looking like an obsidian boulder, an object of an impregnability that frightened the Titan, a darkness that took the form of a fifteen-foot warlord. [b]Part II: The Light[/b] Even as the Martian earth shook from the Cabal Warlord shambled towards them, the two, the Hunter and the Titan, stood their ground, prepared for the anguish. The Colossus stopped a good ten-to-fifteen feet from the two, the Firebreaker and the- Now that the Titan looked at the hunter he couldn’t fathom what exactly the armor set was. He wore pitch black cargo pants, or what looked like cargo pants of old, gauntlets and shoulder-armor of bone, helmet with eyes of fire, and a dark cloak, imbedded with a red circle on it’s back, so tattered it could be mistaken for a torn piece of paper or a decade old cloth thrown into the garbage. There was pride to the cloak, though, for whatever it had been through, it had survived. The Titan understood the precious nature of a Hunter’s cloak, for it was like a Titan’s Mark to them; it told their story, their interests, and their intents. Cold steel and grey, his colors like that of a stone. His weapons weren’t too spectacular: a Scout rifle, an 'ICEBREAKER' class sniper, and a Rocket launcher. Standard issue, but they got the job done. The two fired at the colossus, bullets penetrating the Cabal’s armor, but only just. The Auto Rifle rounds found the chestplate of the warlord, and the Hunter’s sniper found the helmet, but to no avail. The beast, the obsidian monster of muscle, metal, and even more metal, fired its weapon, a slug thrower that threw small missiles like bullets, and roared as even more bullets met its armored hide. The Hunter pulled out his Sniper and shot at the Colossus, but the bullets did nothing but attract the gunfire. The Hunter had no time to react, and was blown away by mini-explosions, sending him sprawling into cover. The duo hid and fired, and the Colossus fired unrelenting at the two, driving the duo to cover once more. The Warlock, who had the package secure, pulled out her Pulse Rifle and fired at the Colossus, distracting the warlord and giving the Hunter and Titan room to move. The Hunter, in desperation, drew power from the stars and activated his Golden Gun. One shot, through the beast’s left arm. Two shot, right through the gut. Three shot, melting the plume on top of the warlord’s helm, melting part of the helm. The Hunter retreated to cover and pulled out his Scout Rifle once more. The Titan, who was taking cover behind a fallen Phalanxes shield, dropped the cover and used the last clip of his Auto Rifle to distract the behemoth. He then leapt up and, using his light and Lift, flew even further up. His body glowed of a dull blue hue, and he raised his fists up, hurtling towards the Warlord. The commander roared and fired at the flying Titan but, to no avail, the Titan’s connected with the beast, and there was a blinding light so bright that after the event many Guardians said they witnessed it from low orbit. When the electricity cleared, the Titan stood with a single item (other than his weapons) near him; a crumpled obsidian helm, battered so badly that there was no evidence it was a helm other than the fact the Titan called it so. The Hunter stood, incredulous, and the Warlock even peeked from her cover to witness the aftermath. [i]“How… How did you do that? Take out that Colossus so…”[/i] The Titan chuckled a hearty, machine laugh and said[i] “I had no fear of death. I had no fear of failure. I had strong faith in my Light, and my light thus gave me the strength to deal death to such an imposing… threat.”[/i] The Warlock thanked the Titan sincerely, and the Titan nodded in response, and was about to leave when the Hunter pulled the Titan aside. [i]"Titan, do you even know what you have just done?” “What have I done that I don’t know about, exactly?” “You just took out a Cabal Fleet Commander in a single move! How the hell did you do that? What caused you to make such a stupidly brilliant move like that?”[/i] The Titan laughed, and clapped the Hunter’s shoulder. [i]“I was born a Titan, then I learned to take Crucible seriously. Learned to disregard the Crucible, then left Crucible and did nothing but patrol the wastelands. I did nothing but fully test the Light within.”[/i] The Hunter, aghast, stood back, thinking, and watched as the Titan summoned his Sparrow and rode off towards the strawberry-blonde dunes, the red soil blowing bitter against his visor.