One Thousand Enemies, cpt 1: The Awakening

So, I have seen many great fan fictions out in the great wide forums of Destiny, so I decided I wanted to take my (most likely terrible) crack at it! Any criticism helps, and please let me know if I should continue this, or let it die. P.s, this will be kind of a slow chapter. In the future (if it even has one) this will be different. --------------------------------------------—---- "Everyone on the ship!" A voice yells over the intercom. The mob of people swell forwards, each ready to escape the literal hell that is the cosmodrome. The Russian military was blockaded at the entrance to the wall, defending the people from...Whatever is out there. But then they break through. A giant, six-legged machine steps out of the rubble, and starts firing into the crowd of civilians. And in that crowd, ten-year-old Arthur Steffens is blasted into the giant wall, instantly killing him. * * * * * * * * * * * "Wake up, wake up!" A tinny, mechanical voice mutters, animatedly flying around above me. Wait, this couldn't be possible. Last I remembered...I turn around, and see the skeleton of the colony ship I was on. "You've been dead a long time, you know. 2,000 years to be exact!"I look in the direction of the noise, and find it coming from a tiny floating machine. It had eight points, each triangular in shape. "So, what are you?" I ask, my voice hoarse after not being used for so long. "Where am I?" I look down at my body, and see that I have grown at least a foot taller, and I have the beginnings of a wispy beard on my chin. "And how did I go from being ten to eighteen?" "Well first off, I'm a Ghost, though I have always preferred to be called Stuart." I can now pick up a British accent in the metallic voice. How is that possible? Am I going crazy? I shake my head in disbelief. "We are on planet Earth, in old Russia near one of the many cosmodromes, but you probably know that. And I don't know how you aged in death. That is kind of odd." I rub my newfound goatee in disbelief. "Are there still giant spider machines here?" I look around warily. Stuart (weird name) looks at me in confusion. "Oh, you mean Fallen! Yes, there are still lots of Fallen on Earth." He makes a whirling sound, like a chuckle. "You have a lot to learn, don't you!" He was about to say something else, but a spine-chilling growl cut him off. "Oh, no. No, no no." He turns to me. "We need to get you a weapon," he tells me matter-of-factly. "To late," I turn to look at the red eyes staring at me from the darkness, right before it lunged at me.