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The picture brought back memories of what seemed to be millions of years ago. Creases were permanently embedded into the once-glossy paper, the corners rounded. It had been taped together more than once. The photograph was of you and a man, both in white and red armor. You were both helmeted, and it wouldn't have been known to anyone but you and him, that you were both happy. Your eyes remained locked onto the worn picture. Knocking at your door pulled you from your stupor, and your head whipped up. If someone needed you, you'd be commed. People rarely came to your door asking for something. Before you could answer, it slid open, and a soldi

It was a slaughterhouse. Chaotic, confusing, and drenched in the thick, choking scent of fear. Alarms were blaring overhead, the crew still surviving was in a panicked frenzy. The Director was gone. The counselor was nowhere in sight. And the freelancers were in a disarray. You only knew that the Mother of Invention was going down, and that several freelancers had betrayed the Project. It was overwhelming. The red flashing lights, the screeching alarms, the random gunfire. Who was behind the attack? Which of your fellow agents had betrayed you all, and why? The ship had been forcibly landed on a cold and snowy planet. All you knew, was that

"I'm not going to be able to get in any closer! Opening bay doors in three... two..." You gritted your teeth, trying to prevent from biting through your tongue as the pelican lurched. The pilot's voice crackled through your helmet's built in speakers. Your gloved left hand clenched the bar overhead. A quick glance at your partner showed the massive man doing likewise. He appeared calm as ever. The sudden whoosh of air and smoke into the ship startled you back into focus. "Wish us luck." You muttered, taking a step backwards, preparing to drop. Your partner looked over to you, giving a minuscule nod before jumping out of the pelican and into

It had been six months since the attempted strike on the Hive temple. Entropy-25 had been trying to get back into her work after a week long patrol on Venus. She would often join other fireteams for a few missions, being a sought after member for many groups of guardians. But after many failed attempts at bonding with a new fireteam, she gave up. She started leaving the tower for longer periods of time, returning only when she needed the cryptarch’s help with decryptions. Not many guardians would notice her absences, and of those who did, few understood why. Entropy was alone now, and they had resolved to give her space until she was re

 “Hey, this is (Name), clearly I’m not at the phone. Probably busy. Or ignoring you. Leave a message. I might call back.” Wade rolled his eyes as the answering machine spouted its instructions for leaving a message, yet again. “Please leave a message at the tone.” He took a deep breath. “Yo, babe. It’s Wade, your f*ckbuddy. Thought I’d give you a call, tomorrow is, well, it’s tomorrow. You know. Valentines. Whatever. Haven’t seen each other in a while, I figured I should check in, make sure you’re still alive. Yeah. Give me call.” He jammed the hang up button and threw

“I’m sorry. The report didn’t look good guardian. I wish I could have helped.” The hunter vanguard’s voice was quiet. His blue optics didn’t meet her red ones. She shook her head, her eyes giving no clue as to how she really felt. “Your job is at the tower. Not to help us in the field.” Cayde glanced up at her, shaking his head, his voice full of regret and shame. “That doesn’t excuse this loss. I wanted to help you so badly..” His hand rested on her shoulder as she gave him an even stare. He pulled his hand away, giving an awkward cough as he desperately tried to hide his gu

Her yellow eyes narrowed, giving a piercing glare to the taller Awoken. A smirk graced his features as he told the young Titan again that the queen would not be seeing her. “Now get out, I can only handle your temper for so long. The queen is rather busy at the moment.” Uldren waited for the Titan’s remark, giving an expectant smile. He leaned over, stooping to her eye level. The fiery redhead’s response did not come however, as she stood seething and biting her lip to keep from saying something she’d later regret. Her older sister Emb had lectured her enough this month. “Well? I’m waiting. What hav

Emb sat alone on the sofa, staring into the crackling fire. The single Tchaikovsky song the jukebox had downloaded was playing faintly in the background. Tevis stopped at the top of the stairs to watch the guardian quietly. She hadn’t noticed him, so he took the opportunity to take her in. Her silver eyes reflected the flames, and her purplish skin glowed an orangey color. Her high cheekbones and full lips made even more prominent by the fire and poor lighting. He sighed. Tevis coughed, alerting the half-awoken woman to his presence. She tore her eyes away from the fire, a beautiful smile gracing her face. “Tevis, nice to see yo