Writing exercise: the start of D2 Renegades from the POV of The Player Characters
The confines of the engine room shook slightly from the vibrations as the Drifter's ship flew through the dark void of space, the soft hum of the engine filling the air.
The heavy, impatient thudding of metal boots and the scrapping of metal against stone punctuated the sound of the engine as two of the three inhabitants did their best to occupy themselves.
One such individual, a Human Woman with dark brown skin like the wood of a mahogany tree, mass of frizzy black curls atop her scalp was pulled back into a pony tail as her eyes were fixed on the knife in her right hand, scrapping the edge of the blade against the whetstone she held in her left hand.
Her armour looked as if it had been cobbled together from various bits and pieces she'd found; the bones of a beast ran along her right arm, it's skull mounted firmly on her shoulder.
Her chest plate was a simple, old metal vest covered in dents and shallow knicks with the old markings of The Iron Lords were now faded from the dark grey metal surface, pieces of bone adorning it in it's place.
Underneath which she wore a dark purple vest and a long-sleeved turtleneck shirt.
Plates of metal adorned with fragments of more bone were strapped to the dark grey combat trousers she wore, tucked into the sturdy but beaten looking steel-toe capped hiking boots, thick metal spikes jutting from the front of them.
Wrapped around her neck was a dark red tattered cloak with a fur rim, the white markings of the House of Light right against the dark fabric.
Sat next to her atop the crates shge was perched on was an old flight helmet from the Golden Age.
Sierra: Bane of The Red Legion.
The other individual, who was pacing back and forth was a behemoth of a man; clad head to toe in white bone like armour with a red undersuit that look liked exposed, flayed muscle.
His knightly helmet was adorned with a crown of bone, two eye lenses of blood red light glaring at from beneath the brow as his feet thudded against the metal grate floor.
Slung over his shoulder was a shot with four thick metal barrels and a wooden handle and stock, a pump action mechanism sitting underneath the bottom barrel.
Hayden: Bane of The Hive.
"You're going to break the floor if you keep that up." Sierra told Hayden with a tone of mild exasperation, her voice soft and low.
"No. I won't" Hayden insisted, his voice deep and guttural, like a snarling beast with an electronic tinge to it "this thing was working perfectly fine when he found it. It'll take more than my feet to do any damage to this thing."
"Could you at least walk a bit quieter, then Hayden? Any louder and I think the Imperium will be able to find us from the sound alone." Sierra teased
"Hmm." Hayden grumbled as he dropped down onto the crates Sierra was sat on, his shoulders slumping "I hate waiting around. We should be taking the fight to them. Not running away."
"We're not running away, we're transporting valuable data." Spoke up the third Guardian.
They were an Awoken of indeterminate sex and Gender, their pale alabaster skin rippling faintly with light as they knelt down in the middle of the engine room.
Their dark blue hair was parted down the middle and reached their chin, framing their androgynous face and their closed eyes.
They wore a set of white and green robes akin to a tabbard with the symbol of two wolf heads facing each other and large tree between them in the center of the tabbard.
Beneath it was a suit of dark grey ornate armour with ornate carvings in it's surface and chainmail covering the gaps. Sat on the floor in front of them was a dark grey horned helmet.
The Young Wolf. Known simply as "Wolf".
"Hmm." Hayden grumbled as the trio's Ghosts appeared "I get that. But this is grunt work. We should be out there take the fight to Lume like we always do."
"I hear your frustrations, Hayden." Hayden's Ghost Daisy, who was clad in Hive bone, spoke up.
"But the data takes priority." continued Wolf's Ghost, Skol who was wrapped in the same gilded metal as his Guardian "the time for battle we come."
"But until then we-whoa, what the devil?!" yelped Sierra's Ghost, Artemis, covered in the spikes of the Eliksni, as the ship suddenly shook violently as the engines powered down.
"Ah, that's what." Artemis huffed as her eye narrowed
"Well, I guess you'll be getting your wish after all, Hayden. Look." Skol added as he brought up a hologram of a live security feed.
The security drones stashed aboard in the ship's cargo hold had sprung to life, their auto rifle's raised ready to fire as they assumed their programmed combat positions.
The cargo bay doors suddenly sprang open, black smoke billowing forth from the other side as Cabal clad in advanced white armour reminiscent of that worn by Gaul's Red Legion rushed into the room.
Immediately the robots began firing, the muzzles of their rifles flashing silently on the hologram as the bullets seemingly bounced harmlessly off of the armour of The Barant Imperium Cabal who returned fire.
Bolts of orange energy shot forth from their guns, striking the robots and felling them one by one as a large figure lumbered into the cargo hold.
He was a Cabal, wearing a black segemented body suit and fitted with extensive cybernetics that left only his mouth exposed, thick wires stretching out across his body from the black rebreather clamped onto his chest.
"is that?" Sierra asked as she leapt off of the crate, stowing away her knife and whetstone in disbelief.
"It is." Hayden growled, his hands balling into tight fists as he glared at the screen.
"Lume." Wolf finished as they rose to their feet, picking up their helmet and tucking it under their armpit as they did so.
"So the rumours are true." Daisy mumbled "he did betray Caiatl."
"And he made the mistake of coming here." Hayden snarled, unslinging The Fourth Horseman and pumping the gun "let's kill the bastard."
"Hold it big man." Sierra warned "he's not alone."
The group watched as another, smaller figure emerged from the smoke.
He wore a a metal chest plate with a fur collar rising up from the neckhole over a brown hooded leather jacket and the severed but still grasping hands of a Hive Wizard clutching his metal pauldrons.
Thick black metal chains were wrapped around his forearms, a pair of bony vambraces and gauntlets akin to those worn by Hive Knights adorned his arms.
Metal plates covered his thighs, shins and boots with a cylindrical device and black metal artifact with green orbs dangling from his belt.
His hood was pulled up, obscuring his head and a mask of Hive bone covered his face.
"And that, must be Dredgen Bael." Sierra noted
"I could take him." Hayden scoffed
"Don't be too sure of that big guy." Wolf warned "he's a Servant of Six, remember."
"I could take him." Hayden repeated "so, we doing this or what?"
"Of course." Wolf confirmed as they slid their helmet over their face "This is the law of the jungle."
"As old and as true as the sky" Skol continued as Wolf unslung Ergo Sum
"The wolf that shall keep it may prosper." Sierra joined in as she did the same then pulled her hood up.
"And the wolf that shall break it must die." Hayden agreed as Sierra materialized Le Monarque
"As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back" Daisy chimed in as Hayden rolled his shoulders.
"For the strength of the pack is the wolf." Artemis added
"And the strength of the wolf is the pack." the group finished in sync.
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First draft. Bit rough. But what do you think?
Yeah, I changed Bael's design because just my personal opinion his design doesn't fit Destiny's visuals.
