[spoiler]I know this feeling. This...aching, as though I had just woken up from a long sleep. This was just like back when my Ghost had found me, except...it's different somehow. As I begin to open my eyes I could feel dust hit my lungs, denying me the taste of sweet, untainted air. Sputtering as I turn onto my side, my vision settles and I begin to take in my surroundings so that I may understand what exactly was happening. Rubble lay throughout the street, torn banners fluttering amidst the breeze, artillery sounding off in the distance, the foul smell of something burning, a...still body. A human body, one that I'm not used to seeing. At least, not like this. Lifting myself to my knees, I can feel a hot pain riding down the back of my left calf. I take a quick glance around, confirming that there's nobody else alive or moving on this street except me. "Ghost." I call out, but I'm given no response. I look back to the crumbled mass of stone that I had just woken up from. My eyes dart around, sweeping the place for that crimson hue that I was so intimately familiar with. Turning again, my eyes finally land on a shattered window pane on the ruins of one of the buildings. Below it, my friend's tarnished surface gleams amidst the fire's light. I slowly make my way towards it and wipe off the dust off from the metallic surface as I hesitatingly pick it up. A sickening realization begins to well up inside my being as it lays there in my hand, inanimate. As soon as that thought comes to my mind it is shut out by the loud hum of a ship flying overheard. "No point in staying here." I say to myself, half-expecting a response from my now silent friend. I sit myself down and draw my knife from its sheath. As I lay my Ghost down I reach for my cloak and spin it around towards my front, grasping the cloth and bunching it inside of my palm. I cut the fabric with a firm tug away from my body, pulling a severed portion and proceeding to split another, smaller part off. Making quick work of tying the longer piece securely around the reddened gash on my leg, I then take the smaller part and fashion a thin rope tied around my Ghost. As I secure it to my belt, I take a look up to the darkened sky, towards the Traveler. Even though I'm a fair distance away from both it and the inner districts of the City, the sight that befalls my eyes makes me feel even farther and more alienated than ever before. There's some sort of large thing sprawled across the Traveler's surface, a machine of some sort. Whatever it is, it's not ours and the sight of countless Cabal ships circling it affirms that thought. My hand reaches down to my side, towards my piece's holster. I lift the hand cannon up to my gaze. An old gift from a friend of mine who worked with New Monarchy when I first came to the City. I had brought it with me just as a precaution, in case if I had to tell a delinquent off. The weight of its filled chamber feels heavier than usual, like invisible strings are trying to pull it back down. As I turn back around, away from the Traveler, I can't help but ask myself. "Just what kind of world did I wake up in this time?" [/spoiler] #Finished