![]() ![]() It would be a humorous if they didn't mean it so insultingly. The Bookworm's Pet was what they liked to call me. Most of them annoyed me, and I, in turn, annoyed them. Everyone was so laser focused on the mission normally that they never stopped to investigate anything that could be important off of the beaten path. He knew my quirks and habits, and I appreciated that he didn't seem to mind when I drifted off. My musings had kept me silent, but my Ghost didn't say anything to break the silence. Maybe I wasn't the fastest, the strongest, or the wisest Guardian, but I liked to think of myself as dedicated at least, and perhaps a bit smart. The thought of piecing together an event so important from our history made me giddy. And that brought about the ultimate loss of the Moon. With this Hive general – or whatever it was – dead, the forces there needed reinforcements. Perhaps that's why Crota came to the Moon. The first Guardians probably crushed this Wizard. While the Hive may have overrun the Moon at first, when the Guardians came about, it became a more even fight. Everybody in the Tower knew that the Moon had fallen to Crota, Oryx's son, and the bane of the Light. It didn't seem possible, and the witch had to be some precursor to Crota. The correspondence that caught my eye made reference to a, "parasitic witch that seems to drain, and benefit, from technology that utilized the power of the Traveler." While Venus was embroiled in a fierce and ultimately losing battle with the Vex, the Moon was reporting to the Collective on the Hive. Before Venus fell, it seemed like the Hive were just beginning to cause problems for the Moon. It hadn't been too informative, but there had been an interesting set of correspondences between the Ishtar Collective and the research teams on the Moon. My latest run to Venus for her had been to follow in the footsteps of half of the Oryx fireteam (embarrassingly, I found myself almost swooning at the sight of Fallen corpses they no doubt killed), and see if the Ishtar Archives held any more valuable information besides the intelligence on the Vault of Glass. Sure, Cayde was quick to send me out when he needed work done, but Ikora was also quick to call on me for favors. But what was I but one of the few bookworm Hunters, more a Warlock than a City scout. I wanted to make as much of a difference as they had, and give hope to a City that had been devoid of it for so long like they did. Used to the attention after they had taken down Crota, the six heroes took it all with good grace, and even indulged a little themselves before retiring. The Tower had been alive with widespread celebration and revelry when the news had come in, and somehow the party had only escalated when the six Guardians returned. ![]() The fireteam that defeated Oryx were practically celebrities. I want to read about how they did it, and who knows? The research the two Warlocks on the team got may give us a new edge over the Hive." Besides, Ikora told me the Warlocks compiled a book and the reports from the fireteam that took down Oryx. "Maybe, but I'm an old-fashioned kind of girl. "Can't we just turn them in from here? Honor system and all?" I could hear the whirring of my companion as he contemplated. The dawn broke over the moon's shadow, and the Hive rose as one in the deepest depths of the crags, and cried out in one voice: ENOUGH! Until finally, after her master, Oryx, fell, and she wailed aloud after so much loss. Every cry brought her a wrack of grief so strong that she could almost feel their pain as they died. The way it sucked the life out of her children. For all Guardians are… they are still mortal. They are still just ordinary men and women with extraordinary abilities and determination. For all Guardians are, they are not invincible. ![]()
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