Jamming it Up (3)
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A shadowshot arrow slammed into the ground, detonating in a web of purple energy that engulfed the entire Rocketyard. A dust cloud erupted and the Fallen squads were supressed, tendrils of shadow held them down for a few seconds.
Void dusted himself off as he looked behind him, "Took you long enough."
Three cloaked figures emerged from the smoke, landing in practiced formation.
Levi was first, he chuckled his bow materializing again, "You've got real talent in stirring shit up."
"Please, you're here aren't you?" Void holstered his auto rifle, his light surged and fluttered, jolts wrapped around his body as the aura changed to blue.
"Let's clean this shit up fast. We've got other things to do." Bandit sighed, guns akimbo.
Cory rolled his eye, "You've done f*ck all the entire day anyway, one more fight won't waste any time", the shadows around him materialized into tendrils as he walked up to the dust cloud.
Levi planted his foot onto the ground and darted forward, rushing with blinding speeds. Light condensed into his leg, as he leapt and kicked. A gust of air swept the dust.
Then he twisted mid air and fired a second arrow into the next wave. Bandit rolled to the side, tethering two Captains in one slick motion. Cory emerged on a gantry above, his tendrils slithered ahead and caught an entire squad.
A brutal fight ensued, with the dust cleared, the three Nightstalkers surged forth challenging the entire House of Devil's army.
Right behind them, the players got to their feet. Many were downed by the walker, some hadn't survive the Fallen assault. The remaining players rushed to get the revives.
But as the fight continued, the players stood struck with awe. The scale of the battle was beyond them. Skiffs continued to appear above Rocketyard, as squad after squad emerged and dove straight into fighting the Nightstalkers.
It was a foolish mistake. Catching a Nightstalker was akin to grabbing hold of fine sand. Whether you like it or not, they'd slip and disappear. What the players saw now, was a battlefield of invisible assassins flickering back and forth like phantoms.
No one could keep track of their position. Not even the Fallen.
Undecided watched, as if a cinematic was playing, "What the actual f*** is going on. Who are those three?"
"Holy shi*, what is that subclass." TheOneWhoKnocks immediately took a few screenshots.
"Wait, isn't that arrow they used the same as Viper?" Waffles recalled the intro mission.
"Must be the same subclass as the others" BearSpray scrolled through the subclass options, "I don't think we've unlocked that one yet."
But as the tendrils of shadow disappeared, the Fallen Walker rumbled, getting back to its feet. This time, it was quick. In an enraged state, the Walker threw out its arc shockwave, pushing the players to their knees. The Solar cannon charged and it aimed at the closest group.
"Just me or is that crab thing really charging up." Undecided hurriedly tried to blink away.
"How's that even a crab, are you retarde-" TheOneWhoKnocks tried his best at throwing down a healing grenade.
Before they could even react, a ball of fire shot towards the players, and engulfed them.
[Guardian Down!]
Their windows flared with a dark hue.
"F*ck, did we fail the event?" Undecided shouted.
"Where's the goddamn healing rift!" TheOneWhoKnocks screamed.
Waffles barked back, "It's on a cooldown monkey!"
"I'M STILL ALIVE!" IEatPaint rushed out from the fire with a quarter of his HP. He began sprinting to the corner of the event hoping to shake off the Fallen.
"GET THE REVIVE!" BearSpray shouted back.
"OH!" IEatPaint jerked back, the thrusters in his suit flared as he jumped towards the ghosts, spamming a revive. But the Walker had already locked on, with another solar shot charging up, there was no way he could completely revive the team.
Then, a blue spectre flickered around him, Void appeared before the Walker gripping the hilt of his sword.
As the solar shot charged, the cannon locked onto him instead.
"Too slow." He spoke, jolting ahead. The sword glowed with a blue sheen. The next instant, Void appeared above the walker.
He swung, lightning surged through him as he cleaved off the barrel of the cannon halting the charge. The energy backfired, into the hull, cracking the Walker's armour. Void landed behind the walker, and raised his sword.
Just then, IEatPaint had fully revived Waffles. As the Warlock got to her feet, her super bar was full.
She leapt in the air, and threw down a Nova Bomb. At that instant, Void swung. The strike tore through the air like a thunderbolt and struck the Walker's core, revealing its core circuit. As the Nova Bomb landed on its exposed core.
The Walker halted, its core flared with heat. It collapsed in a shriek of twisting metal and erupting flame. With the Walker destroyed the Fallen no longer had ground control. The remaining skiffs steered away, not wanting more casualties.
[Event Complete!]
The down players revived, and the chat went wild. The first ever public event had been cleared. As loot chests materialized, the players ignored all the NPCs and charged towards them A few got gear, some got legendary engrams, and some...well.
"F***********CK, ITS ANOTHER BLUE. ITS A BLUE." TheOneWhoKnocks cried out.
The rowdy Cosmodrome chat fell silent. Taking a pause out of respect for his utter dogshit RNG.
Void sheathed his sword, smirking as the players went crazy for loot, "I suppose I was like that at one time."
"Was?" Obsidian flittered beside him, "Right..."
Levi, Bandit and Cory flickered back and approached Void, "What's with all the new guardians? Did the city as them to patrol?"
Void shook his head, "Nah, looks like they were scavenging for loot while I hit the network relays. They tagged along for a good fight."
Bandit nodded reminiscent, "I remember when I was that loot hungry."
"Was?" Cory rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, we've got a few more leads back at the Skywatch outpost. Did Captain tell you what we're doing?" Levi replied.
"He did." Void's voice turned low, "I'll be there tonight. For now I've got more to do. Have to survey the Fallen comms for activity. I think they're hiding something."
"What do you think it is?" Cory asked intrigued.
Void paused, "As much as I'd rather not say it. I think its only a matter of time. I think the Fallen found a trace of Rasputin. They've been busy fighting it on the side, that's the only reason we didn't get swarmed with the squads in the first place."
Levi frowned, "I'll see what we can find. See you at base", he flickered away. Bandit and Cory followed.
A few steps away the players watched their entire interaction, treating it as sort of a game cinematic.
"Who's Rasputin?" Waffles wondered.
"Seems Russian. Maybe another guardian?" IEatPaint answered, "I mean, we are in Old Russia after all."
"F*ck all that. I am writing a bad review online. There's no way I got no purples." TheOneWhoKnocks barked.
"Can't blame the devs for your shi* luck bro." Undecided sighed.
"Should we talk to him or something?" BearSpray approached Void, waiting hesitantly.
Void turned, "Good job back there. The House of Devils are pushed out of the network. It's all ours now. Keep an eye out on the Cosmodrome, they won't sit back after this."
He turned and summoned his sparrow, "I heard you guys got your hands on a warp drive. I can see you're skilled. If you want more work, find me on the Tangled Shore. The galaxy has way more in store than you think."
Void rode off into the distance.
"Tangled Shore? Is that a new location?" Undecided opened his director and notification popped.
[The Reef unlocked!]
"Wait, I do see it. Don't think I can travel there though, haven't completed the second mission." He sighed.
"Run it real fast bro, we should also do some more bounties. The event was bit too hard. I think we're under levelled or something." Waffles replied.
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[Tower, Last City]
The City hummed with its usual rhythm—ships docked, Ghosts flitted between Guardians, and vendors shouted their daily wares in the Tower's lower levels. But deep within the Vanguard command centre, things were anything but routine.
Commander Zavala stood before a flickering console, eyes narrowed as line after line of data scrolled across the screen. Combat telemetry, enemy kill confirmations, event log triggers, and encrypted player chatter—all painting the same picture: a full-scale strike on the House of Devils' comms network in the Cosmodrome.
Zavala's expression tightened.
He hadn't authorized any such mission.
And as far as Vanguard operations were concerned, the Cosmodrome was under passive observation—nothing more than a safe entry zone for New Lights. So what exactly happened?
Zavala sighed, whatever these new lights had done, it seemed that he was in for a long day.
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