Gunfire could be heard from the vex citadel on Venus. A group of Guardians were locked in a firefight against a single Taken Hunter. A dark mist had enveloped the area. The Guardians were fighting blind, shooting at anything they could make out as hostile. In a matter of seconds the Taken Hunter had closed in on the group's Titan. It raised a tainted blade, humming with a dark lightning. The Titan reared back and smashed his fist into the Taken's jaw, stunning him just long enough for the barrel of the Titan's shotgun to find it's target. The Titan pulled the trigger, and the Taken hunter fell to the ground, motionless. The Titan looked back at his team, panting. "Hey... Guys... I- I got him! I got hi-HRREGGH!!" It took a moment for the Titan to realize what had happened. He looked down to see the decoy of the hunter fading away, and the end of a blade protruding from his chest. He coughed, and blood clouded his visor. Before his light faded, he heard the Hunter mutter something. [b][i]"I'm sorry..."[/i][/b] The hunter shrugged and let the limp body of the Titan fall off the edge of his blade. He then turned his attention to the other two. [b][i]"Run."[/i][/b] (Open.)

Kluse-01 runs from the some fallen on Venus, because he stole one of their ketches and crashed it. He knows he probably shouldn't have, but he is a warlock so he couldn't help himself.

*A titan was on the dreadnaught* "Ghost who are these shield brothers I'm supposed to kill" [i]Two cabal leaders. One has a giant gun on his bank and the other smashes stuff[/i] "Okay" *She walks inside the crashed cabal ship located in the dreadnaught* (Open)

"Again we meet" I say as my scout rifle was pointed at a centurion's head holding my knife looking down at him "again you will suffer" the moment I said that I stab my knife effectively into its knee as it lets out a scream I pull it out after a minute and walk away getting my comms ready putting cayde on the channel "hey cayde send a guardian to my coordinate's its to dangerous for me to pull out to many cabal coming my way-ALSO mission complete" gets behind cover knowing a long fights coming

Leaving this RP and any RP associated with the DRPL. They don't care about harassment or similar issues. Good riddance.

The two Cabal Legionnaires stood silent and unmoving, watching over their brothers patrolling through the Buried City. A Centurion walks up behind them, demanding a status report. One Legionnaire started to say something, only to be cut off, head exploding into a fine blue mist, the crack of a gun exploding throughout the small room. "Miss me?" A voice calls, and the Centurion turns, seeing one of the Cabal's most hated enemies. "You realize they don't understand you, right?" The Ghost says, and the Titan laughs. "They understand bullets. And I'd like to keep it that way." The barrel of the Titan's gun raises again, and he pulls the trigger after each shot, the scout rifle bullets bouncing off the Centurion's shield. The Legionnaire steps out from behind his commander, and the Titan snaps his sights to the head of the poor soldier, drilling a hole in the helmet. The Centurion hits a button on his arm, before speaking into it rapidly. The Titan catches one word that he understands; his name. "Kai-rous." The Centurion says warily, and the Titan nods. "Making a name for yourself now, are you?" His Ghost says. "Apparently." Kairos says dryly, throwing a Thermite grenade against the ground, the flames exploding and covering the Cabal. The Centurion drops, screeching as the flames consume him. The Titan moves on, looking out the window. "Shaxx, this is Kairos. I'm in position. No other Guardians here. I'm gonna need support. No, they don't know I'm here. As soon as I have more support, I'll begin. Yes sir. Understood. Kairos out." He says into his comm channel. The Guardian scans the horizon, looking for other allies. "Ghost, wake me when you get a reading on another Guardian. We're gonna need some help." Kairos says, finding a small corner for him to sit in. The Exo sighs, content, and enters hibernation mode, powering down temporarily. [b]Currently open.[/b]

Sigma, the beefy Titan, exited the hanger at slow stroll, looking over his newest acquisition. The Vangaurd-issue sidearm gleamed in the afternoon light. He slid it into its holster on his right thigh and approached Xander-44. He checked available bounties. When no one was looking, he ventured to Banshee-44's section of the Tower and approached his dead drop spot. A note was in the proper location. On it was his next target. The bounty hunter looked up and glanced around, then opened the paper. (open)

"So it's been awhile since I've been here" [i][b]The dark figure of a guardian walks towards the tower,getting close and then smiling[/b][/i] "So..This seems good" [b][i]She walks into the tower through the abandoned back area [spoiler]Banner fall[/spoiler]And then moves toward were lord Saladin usually stands and sits on a bench waiting for any bystanders to notices anything weird[/i][/b] [b][u](Open)[/u][/b]

Bump

"Oh, great. Another explosion!" An Exo's voice triggered shadow's annoyance. "Alpha, why don't you stop using the ship that you made with some crazy technologies that shouldn't be combined in a one place? Huh?" Human-shaped shadow said. "Oh. You know, for stuffs. Anyway, transdimensional asshole-king laughing at me." Alpha said. "Well, that's another one in the list." Human-shaped shadow said. The ship, crashed at the bannerfall. And exploded violently.

Korvic's vision was blurry. Those two guardians really did a number on him. He felt himself slipping, but he smiled. This was what he wanted. This was the only way he could talk to her. Just before his vision went dark, the Taken Hunter could make out the small frame of a ghost, his ghost, hovering towards him. He let out a small chuckle, then collapsed on the ground. A few moments passed, and he awoke in a dream-like place. There was a faint mist in the air, and a bright sky overhead. A figure stood next to him. A woman, with a look of pity on her face. [i]"You poor creature... What has that monstrosity done?"[/i] [b][i]"Nice to see you too AL."[/i][/b] Meanwhile, back in the realm of the living. Korvic's ghost, nicknamed Jeeves, hovered over the Taken Hunter's corpse. [u]"There's not much left... But I'm still getting a faint trace of light..." [/u] (Open.)

Notice me senpai notice me

((I posted a character sheet a couple days ago in the sign-up thread. Is there a possibility it was missed or has it just not been gotten to yet? The post was never responded to so I'm wondering if I've been approved or not, and I don't know how to contact the thread admins directly, so apologies for the OOC post!))

[quote][i]transmission incoming[/i][/quote] This is shank #232/28 requesting help guardians. Stuck I am, yes..... In skywatch. [b] coordinates [u]4527/2345[/u][/b] surrounded by hive, been here for years.... Gaining, wisdom? No, Knowledge. [quote][i]transmission end [/i][/quote] [spoiler][b][i][u]open[/u][/i][/b][/spoiler]

[i]This shit is -blam!-ing weird.[/i]

(Hey I was wondering if you have like a group or something for role plays? I wanted to start my own a while ago but of course not many usually comment on my posts! Please help lol)

"[i]Is what you seek truly here, O subtlety mine? [/i]" [i]oh great, it's back again...[/i] Rin thought. The voice always came when he was alone, especially out in the wilds. He didn't know if it disliked company, or only wished to keep his Light to itself, but it didn't matter. All that did was that it was back. "You should know as well or better than I do," he snapped. "Knowledge worth anything is never given freely. It's sought after, and earned." This was his third day straight watching from his perch overlooking the fallen ketch known as Simiks-Fel. He had gotten word from Cayde that the remaining Awoken in the Reef had some info regarding the Dreadnaught orbiting Saturn, and was sent to investigate, and now he was on a Wolf hunt to get it. The target was a rising Wolf Archon by name of Noxsis, and small wonder it chose House Winter to slip into. After losing their Kell, Prime, and their last attempt with Aksor, the Winter fallen were getting desperate. "[i]There are other means to find what you seek, O Subtlety mine. It lies out on the moons.[/i]" Once again, Rin found himself thinking he should've left that thrice-cursed skull where he found it during his sweep of the Vault after a team of Guardians destroyed Atheon. But he waved the notion aside for the time and readjusted his sights on his Stillpiercer. "Right, I'm sure I'll find it just before getting killed by the Hive no doubt guarding it." he retorted. "Thanks, but I'll take a cunning Wolf pup over a swarm of angry undead any day." " [i]Always so cautious, O Subtlety mine. Yet that is why I speak with you, for your views.[/i]" The voice had a point. Rin didn't like the whole idea that the world was so rigidly split between Light and Dark, but instead looked upon it as variations of the ideas of Law, Neutrality, and Chaos. However, just as he was considering accepting the compliment, his target stepped outside the Ketch and into the Venusian sunlight. "Oh Thrall spit," Rin cursed. Noxsis was wearing the colors of House Winter. "Clever, Clever little Wolf," he mused. "but Variks has given me this task, and you must die. Hey Yoru." Rin's Ghost, Yoru, appeared next to him. "Need something Rin?" "Load some of those music files we managed to salvage on the Fourteenth Floor back in Japan into my helmet's internal speakers for me." Rin was referring to a group of pre-Golden Age soundtracks whose title could barely be salvaged, yet appeared to be part of a set, XIV: ARR, XIV: BTF, and XIV: HW. He found them interesting, and one of the few things that could subdue the voices for a short time. But before Yoru could load the first one, it spoke again. " [i]You have an audience, O Subtlety mine. Though it is not that which lies before you.[/i]" It was then Rin heard the footsteps coming up the hill behind him. [i]Sometimes, its nice to have a semi-omnipotent voice in your head, especially if it takes a liking to you...[/i] he thought. The footsteps weren't like any he'd heard before, and he'd gotten fairly good at identifying them. Quickly, he ran through the list of things they couldn't belong to. Not Fallen, for these were heavy footsteps, nor did it have the telltale thud of Vex metals or a Titan's plasteel plate armor. So that left three choices: it was either a heavy-footed Warlock, a Hunter with no care for Stealth, or it was Something that didn't belong on Venus..... Hoping it was one of the first two, He spoke without looking back. "Whatever business you might have with me, you mind waiting another hour or so? I'm kinda in the middle of something." [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

The short, stocky titan leaned against the railing of the Tower, staring out at the Traveler, his orange gaze falling slowly to the city. The last of his tears fell, trickling down his cheeks and falling into his palms. The Awoken took in a shaky breath, his fists gripping tightly onto the railing, his teeth grinding together, and he let out a frustrated grumble, turning his back to the Traveler and staring at the guardians bustling by to the Vaults, or to the Vanguard, or the Cryptarch. Two weeks ago, his father left with a small group of his closest friends, people he trained with since becoming a guardian, to defeat Oryx. However, not only had the fireteam failed to defeat the king, only two of them made it out alive. His father was not one of them. He sought vengeance, not just for one of the people closest to him, but for his fallen brothers and sisters. However, doing so alone would be asking for suicide. The pale, blue skinned male ran a hand anxiously through his curly locks, biting his lip. He needed a fireteam, but not just any group of ragtag guardians, he needed a skilled group. He considered maybe even training a few guardians himself to prepare for this battle, but how well would that play out? He paced a bit before making a decision, disappearing from the Tower. Later, neatly hung up on each of the Vaults, read a sign-up sheet. [b]Guardian Training: First Come, First Serve. Directed by Jarah Fakhoury.[/b] (( Open! ))

*Two skiff bearing the house of light banner pass over the forgotten shore, they stop near a destroyed ship and Krelik, the Kell of house of light, steps off of one, followed by his guards* (Open)

Dust and arc flew throughout the crash site. The Cabal beachhead had proven to be a bold strategy, even for the Cabal. The Hive began to gain the upper hand. Sky Burner legionaries, with their minds attached to victory, refused to retreat. As they were wiped out, the Hive advanced. In the empty entrance to the crashed ship, a Vex time cloud appeared. Bolts of electricity flew across the beachhead. Cabal units colored Maroon and Gold appeared out of thin air. They immediately opened fire upon the Hive. (Open to anyone on the Dreadnaught)