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originally posted in:Destiny Fiction Producers
Edited by Cyfer: 2/18/2018 11:07:25 PM
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Delta B1 Ch17: The Summit Part 3

The sound of several doors sliding open came from their right. The two turned to see ranks of armed infantry frames filing out onto the ground floor. “Looks like you spoke too soon!” Ross responded, aiming his pulse rifle. “Take them out!” The Titan and Hunter took up a defensive position behind some nearby support pillars and opened fire, drawing the attention of the infantry as many were cut down by the guardians’ bullets. They lifted their own auto rifles and returned fire, breaking up to find better vantage points. “Damn,” Ross cursed aloud. “These things really know what they’re doing.” Adriar blew away a few more and retreated behind the pillar again as gunfire tore up the surrounding structure. “Well, I’m open to ideas!” Ross tossed a void grenade into the midst of the enemy. He could feel the same familiar void energy inside him. “I’ve got something, but it won’t last for long! Get ready!” Adriar changed his battle stance in response as Ross summoned the void to his aid. A glowing purple bow phased into his hand and surged with power. He drew it back, leapt from his cover, and sent an energized arrow spiraling into the army of frames. The Shadowshot directly pierced a frame’s chest, causing it to dissolve into the void. From the faint remains grew a single purple light which exploded into a plethora of tendrils that latched onto nearly all of the surrounding automata. “Go now!” Ross called. Adriar nodded and turned from his cover, a new weapon in his hands. He smirked beneath his helmet as he pulled the heavy action back on the massive blue machine gun, causing it to pulse with electricity. “Prepare to meet your maker!” The Titan unloaded a torrent of charged ammunition into the tethered frames. One by one they were torn to shreds by the elemental machine gun until none were left standing. Adriar, proud of his quick work, turned to Ross expecting him to be amazed. Instead he found a stance of annoyance. “What?” the Titan questioned. Ross just shook his head. “That was literally the most cliché thing I’ve ever seen.” Adriar shrugged. “It’s fun. You should try it sometime.” The Hunter saw another spark of electricity arch from the chamber of the machine gun. “That weapon. It’s exotic?” “It sure is!” “Its name?” “It’s called the Thunderlord!” “Of course it is.” The two were about to go find their teammate when they caught the sound of another door sliding open behind them. They whirled around with their weapons at the ready, but were surprised to find a hulking form looming over them. The massive frame, a rare tankbuster model, immediately swung its heavily bolstered forearm downward to smash the guardians. Ross and Adriar, having no time to react, could do nothing but brace for a devastating blow. BOOM! A massive explosion of energy hit the lumbering robot head on, throwing it backward and saving the two guardians from certain doom. They watched as the powerful nova bomb swallowed the frame, banishing it to the void. Delta landed beside his companions and gave Ross a light punch on the shoulder. The Hunter gave his friend an annoyed glare. The exo just laughed. “You guys are the most vigilant fireteam a guardian could ask for,” he jested. Ross raised an eyebrow beneath his helmet. “Was that [i]sarcasm[/i]? Did the precise and calculated Delta just make a [i]joke[/i]?” Delta rolled his luminous eyes. “Come on. We have to keep-” The exo was cut off as the overhead lights suddenly switched off, plunging the room into darkness. The only remaining source of light that remained came from the distant stars, visible through the glass ceiling. “Switch to night vision,” commanded the Warlock. The team obeyed, coloring the room around them with an eerie green. Suddenly, the entire space began to echo as every sealed door peeled away. Delta grew anxious as countless frames began to fill the room from all sides. The fireteam huddled together as the sea of automata advanced, backing up to the base of the observation spire where a large elevator remained locked. Before long, their backs were against the thick metal doors with no where else to go. Just when Delta thought they had no way out, a loud bell sound and flashing green light above the elevator signaled the arrival of the lift. The fireteam turned towards the opening doors, a glimmer of hope in their eyes, when they were met with the towering form of another tankbuster. The huge frame stepped into the doorway, blocking their path, as the rest of the automata encircled their position. Then, to the guardians’ surprise, they stopped. There was a growing whir of machinery from the upper floors as a spotlight was activated and pointed downwards. The fireteam shielded their eyes and quickly switched off night vision, lest they be blinded. They looked around at the unnaturally still army of robots in confusion. Delta shuddered. It reminded him of Beta’s makeshift drove. “Good evening gentlemen.” The guardians peered through the crowding frames in search of the strange, booming voice. Delta squinted as the robots began to part directly down the middle, making room for someone to approach. “I must say, you put on quite a show.” The voice was authoritative with a thick English accent. It was also a little grainy, as if it were going through a voice changer. Delta knew that voice quality all too well. It was the voice of an exo. At last the frame sea parted completely, revealing intense purple eyes in the darkness. A solitary figure walked into the searing light, hands folded behind his back, stopping just feet away from Delta. Before the Warlock stood a tall, sturdy exo with white colored body paint, garbed in a sleek white uniform upon which rested a small silver emblem depicting a shield. The newcomer evaluated his freshly caught prey with a cunning glare in his glowing eyes. “Three Guardians of the Last City,” he observed. “Here on our station? How quaint.” He nudged a few of the frames. “Relieve them of their weapons.” [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Post?groupId=1371758&postId=243203207&sort=0&page=0]Part 4[/url] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/224417569?page=0&sort=0&showBanned=0&path=1]The Hub[/url]

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