Heeyyy. So. This is my first time publishing fanfiction. Not gunna lie, I thought fan fiction was phooey. Why mess with the original source? Then I decided to read some and thought to myself "hey some of this is pretty good!" So I decided to try my hand at it by writing a piece combining my favorite story and my favorite video game. and this is what i came up with. I have some more of it done, but give me some feedback on this ye? I might post the rest. After that I might or might not continue this full on. I'm no good with schedules and deadlines... I don't even have a fleshed out ending. So yeah tell me if this is trash or if i got something worth investing in.

Obvious disclaimer I don't own SHIT. Not Destiny nor Gate Jieitai.

"Human history is filled with strife.

A history of bloodshed, treachery and war. But we learned, slowly.

Each war was more costly, more gruesome than the last. The last few centuries, before It came, where some of the most peaceful times our kind has ever known before. Peaceful being relative, as some of us still waged war against our brothers for the smallest things, the pigment of our skins, the books we held in highest regard. None of that mattered the moment we detected It from the veil of darkness.

We sensed it's pulse. We intercepted It at Mars. A small 3 man team formed from nations once considered bitter rivals. A testament, perhaps a show of unity that whatever we're going to face, we face together as one voice, As one people. They came face to face with It. The Traveler the people called it. A gigantic floating orb, floating right on top of a red desert, a dead planet void of all life or substance, and yet the distinct sound of rain hitting glass was heard. Rain continued to fall on this planet and we knew at that moment, everything was going to change.

The Traveler shared to us her knowledge of the universe. For the next few centuries Earth—no— our entire Solar System entered a Golden Age of exploration, discoveries, and peace that has never been seen before. The great strifes between nations fell as they all united together. Colonies were formed in all the inner planets; Mercury was transformed into a garden world, Venus covered in lush jungles and Mars a crossroad for the intellectuals, a Mecca of science and technology.

But it would not last. For the Traveler had an ancient enemy. The exact shape of it has been lost to time, but we know it as The Darkness, who came to snuff out our light. We fought all we could but it wasn't enough. One by one our most sophisticated weapon systems, the Warminds, fell to ruin. Born to protect Earth, they were no match for the Darkness' onslaught. All was for naught. But the Traveler sacrificed itself and with one final push of Her light, repealed the Darkness back to voids of space. We survived, but broken. Scattered. But in its dying breath the Traveler created the ghosts. To seek out those among the honorable dead that can wield it's Light as a weapon."

The Speaker concludes his speech to the newly risen guardians, a look of utter confusion and lost painted on their face. This time there were 3, perhaps this might lead to the birth of a new fire team. Who knows. I remember the day I was brought back by Nolan. It wasn't easy I'll tell you that. No memories and a small ball of light trying to explain to you that you've been dead for centuries and that you have been chosen to fight some enigmatic God-like entity that hasn't been seen for just as long, but whose minions are still trying to wipe us out. Oh and that you now have the ability to wield some kind of power called the Light and are just as god-like yourself. Yep. Don't worry newborns, you'll get the hang of it soon enough. After all, you have all the time in the world... if you play your cards right of course.

I haven't introduced myself now have I? The names Cam. I'm 7 years old. Well, technically. That's how long ago I got brought back from the dead by Nolan. Nolan is my Ghost, he keeps me in check and breathing. He gets mad if I stop breathing, he's a bit of a worrywart like that. Anyway, yeah technically I'm 7 years old, but my old self was probably born before the Collapse. I don't know who I was in my past life. So depending on how you're askin' it I'm either 7 or at least mayybee 700? 800? It's an inside joke to most guardians, our age. Some of us are pretty young. And some of us are as old as the Last Safe City. Hell some of us helped build The Last Safe City, like Iron Lord Saladin. The Iron Lords are... a reminder to us Guardians. A reminder that our immortality, does not mean our invincibility. All that remains of the Iron Lords is Lord Saladin.

After finally concluding his speech, the Speaker finally directs his attention towards me.

"Oh, how may I be of assistance, Hivebane?"

Guh. Didn't expect Lord Shaxx's nickname for me to catch on. Sigh. "Yes, ah,well here are latest reports from the Vanguard." Damn Cayde got me running his fuckin errands for him, just wait you metal bastard, I'll clean you out for everything you've got this next game.

The Speaker snaps me out of my internal monologue. "Ah, yes this must be more intel about ... Him." I grimace.

Oryx is finally showing his ugly, calcified mug around here. And it's all my fault. I lead the charge against his son, Crota. I, with the guidance of Eris Morn, our residential crazy lady, foiled every plan of the Hive to resurrect their undead Princely God. And it was my team who lead the final raid into their stronghold, killing our way towards his throneworld. And it was my final strike that put an end to him. It was a team effort of course, but Oryx doesn't care. He wants me, and he'll do anything to get his revenge to the amusement of my fireteam.

I begin to try and apologize, "Sir, I can't begin to express my regret for my act-", but the Speaker cuts me off " There is no need to apologize, Guardian. You did us a great favor by removing that Dark blight from our world. This was inevitable. It was either having Crota resurrected to wreak even more havoc or to have Oryx to come finish what he started. We have simply been put between a rock and a hard place. I can only express my sorrow to the Reef."

Aye, the Reef. When Oryx appeared with his massive Dreadnaught, it was the Reef and their queen who lead the first assault. It was... a massacre. With a single blow from the dreadnaught's main weapon everything in close proximity was toast. Including a majority of the hives main forces. The Reef gave us an opening with that one. A costly one, but who are we to look at a gift horse in the mouth?

With that small opening Hunter Vanguard Cayde-6 and I came up with a ludicrous plan to get me onto the dreadnaught. Was it dumb? Yes. Was grand theft auto committed?...Maybe. Was it dangerous? No doubt about it. One wrong move and I would have been thrall chow. Against All Odds, I was able to secure a Transmat zone... and an ass chewing from Commander Zavala. Sigh. The man's a stick in the mud for rules. Gotta admire him for that.

"Very well then Guardian, I'll read over these. Thank you for your service." And with that the Speaker wanders back to his study and I depart for a drink down in the Hunter's Tavern. I've been "grounded" so to speak from any bounty or mission for a week. Can't work for a week? Can't get paid for a week. Thankfully my pockets have been lined nicely with glimmer. Cayde's glimmer. Can't wait till I clean him out for everything he's got. Soon. 'Vanguard sanctioned mission' my ass.

As I'm passing through the main plaza, a few Guardians were playing a game of football.

"Oye, pass it here!" a Titan yells.

"Heads up," an exo warlock replies.

The exo girl gives a long shot and the titan with all his might headbutts it toward the makeshift goal post between the bank kiosks... and over the tower railing.

"Oh , haha, whoops," the titan's only reply was.

There was a small pause.

"I'll get it!" an Awoken hunter said as he..jumped over the railing... I keep walking. Until one of my fireteam members crashes into me.

"Cam, thank the Traveler! Ikora wants to see you now." Esfira was an Awoken Warlock with violet short hair. in a weird spikey bun. A lot of Awokens have bright differently colored hair to what's usually considered normal for regular humans. I was a newborn then, and didn't know much about anything. She came up to me asking if I'd help her with a bounty. She was also a newborn in the Light having only a few months head start on me. I asked her if she dyed her hair. She asked me if I knew what my insides looked like first hand. I did unfortunately, but I wasn't going for a more detailed study of them. I, not knowing anyone, decided to help her with her mission for half of the spoils of course. It was a simple mission really, take down a fallen captain who's been getting a little too big for his britches up in Venus. After that clean up I was already heading back to the tower to collect the bounty until she stopped me.

"WAIT. Look Look Look. we make a great team right? Let's form a fireteam!" I once again, not knowing much about anything decided to go along with it. And thus, Fireteam Morningstar was born.

"Woah, woah hold Es, what's going down?" Es isn't usually the one to panic, she's a Warlock afterall, people around her should panic.

"I'll tell you all about it, but follow me back to the Hall of Guardians." I comply and we make our way toward the Vanguard representative's table. I look around, everyone seems very solemn. Usually it's no big deal, big threats pop in and out all the time, but when every big name bastard is standing around with scared and gloomy faces something isn't right. Executive Hideo from New Monarchy, Arach Jalaal from Dead Orbit, boss lady herself Lakshmi-2 from the Future War Cult and a new face? I know this guy... ohhhh right right right General Hazama from the FOTC. Non-Guardian? Oh. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. What the hell is going on that they suspect that not even the Guardians won't be able to handle without backup?

Ikora is the first to speak, "Evening Hunter Cam, I know you still are under house arrest for your latest stunt, but as of today your punishment has officially been lifted."

I look around puzzled. "I'm rather grateful for that, but may I ask why?"

Zavala looks to meet my gaze, "Guardian, after having been around for only 7 years you have accomplished various feats that no other Guardian have been able to accomplished in such a short of time. From killing the Winter Kell to destroying the Heart of the Black Garden to finally putting Crota to rest and most recently helping mend our weak relationship with the Reef and their Queen by capturing and executing the leader of the House Of Wolves rebellion, Skolas, the self proclaimed 'Kell of Kells'. It's only fitting that we allow you to join this discussion, Ikora if you would please."

Ikora, gives a sight nod and proceeds to wave her hand over the table. A large 3D projection of the City appears in front of us. In the center of the city appears to be some kind of disturbance, like a raindrop hitting water. The waves fluctuates in strength as the waves spread out farther and farther from the Core.

"What is this?" I inquired.

Ikora Continues, "no less than 30 minutes ago Warlocks across the City have detected strange energy patterns across the land. As of now they are all focused right in middle of the most densely packed part of the City. Almost as if someone is trying to create a bridge between space."

A flanged voice in the back pipes up, the last member of my fireteam, Titan Yari-4, "do we know what it could be? Vex?"

Ikora shakes her head, "Vex cannot teleport travel to where they have not constructed their gates and portals. It's not Hive either, they can't pierce the veil of light surrounding the Traveler. The Fallen are too scattered and in disarray to try anything and the Cabal have recently lost a large portion of their troops to Oryx and have dedicated all power to combat the threat."

Zavala speaks again, "right now I have already given the order to evacuate the Core. FOTC and other Guardians are already actively clearing out the area in case things turn for the worse." I look to my superiors and I noticed something missing, or someone missing.

I raise my hand. "Where's Cayde?". I inquired. Zavala let out a deep sigh. "I sent out a message to him, but he hasn't responded back. We are in the middle of a dire emergency and he decides to go dark. He's most likely holed away in a dark room, gambling to his heart's content."

Somewhere near the outer Core: Last City

"That was delicious Tony, I'll come by again soon," Cayde said as he began to get up from his seat.

"Mmm thank you Cayde-san I will always welcome your patronage," Tony Ueno said with a bow.

"I've told you before Tony, my name is Cayde-6! Who is this Cayde-san person?" Tony laughs, "san means Mr. in the old language of my people. Instead of putting it as prefix it was put as a suffix."

"Well Tony-san I gotta run, got some debts to collect...so I can pay off one big debt."

Tony laughed, "you have to play smart Cayde-san. Sayonara!"

Cayde-6 merely snapped his finger into a gun shape, " Haha! Shamalamadingdong right back atcha!" Cayde-6 walked out onto the busy street. As he left Tony took a look at the empty bowl, taking it over to the sink and thought to himself, where does all that food go? Do Exos ...?Do Exos even have taste buds? Does a Guardian even have to eat, since they're immortal? Tony merely shrugged. Cayde was a frequent guest. It would be too rude to ask him these question, so he simply began to wash the plates and bowls that had started piling up.

Cayde-6 walks out into the streets and immediately notices something wrong. People were flooding the streets heading away from the Core of the City. The FOTC were out guiding people away from the center and he saw a couple of his guys in full gear too. Well that's odd, why are there Guardians out in their armor this deep in the City? What's the FOTC doing leading the people away from the center? He noticed a Guardian making motion singles away from the Core. Telling from his armor he probably was no older than a few months maybe. Well, armor isn't the best indication of age, thinking back to the Hivebane.

He yelled out to him since the was a sea of people between him and the young Guardian on the other side of the street, "HEY BUDDY WHAT'S GOING ON?!"

The young Guardian swiveled his toward the voice,"CAYDE-6?! UM, WE DON'T KNOW, SIR. THERE WAS AN ORDER PUT OUT ON ALL TOWER CHANNELS TO HELP EVAC THE CORE, SOMETHING FUNKY IS GOING ON DOWN THERE. YOU DIDN'T GET MESSAGE?"

Damn, Tony's radio died and hasn't fixed it yet and I told my Ghost to block all incoming messages from Zavala. "Ghost! What I've missed?" Cayde called out to his Ghost.

The Ghost appeared over his outstretched hand, " I told you it would be a bad idea to block all messages, well what's done is done, but we've missed 3 messages From Zavala...He's not happy."

Cayde-6 groaned, "when is Zavala ever happy? What's the first message?"

The ghost bobbed his body, "he wants us back in the tower to help coordinate our defenses and help guide the rest of the Guardians on what to do."

Cayde-6 nodded, "yeah I suspected as much... alright! How about we not do that?"

The ghost merely shook his eye in disapproving, "ah Cayde..."

"Right then, let's go see what's going on near the Core shall we?" Before he head out he poked his head into Tony's Spicy Ramen Shop. "HEY TONY YOU SHOULD PROBABLY LEAVE THE STORE SOMETHINGS GOING ON AND IT MIGHT BE DANGEROUS." Tony looked over to Cayde and nodded.

Cayde once again walked out onto the streets and begins walking toward the Coreof the City against the current of the evacuating civilians. Suddenly, he heard the screeches of what he thought was a large bird, only to look up and see not feathers and beaks, but scales and maws.

Cayde-6 looked up in horror, "Ahamkara? Inside the City?!"

His Ghost looked up and scanned the being as moved away, "Cayde, that wasn't an Ahamkara."

"Then what in the world was..." his line of thoughts cut short when the sea of people moving away began to run away. People began to yell and scream making it all the more difficult for Cayde-6 to swim upward against the stream of fleeing people. Shots heard off into the distance, The roars of the flying beasts which he could only believe to be true dragons of old Earth's myths began to swoop down into the already panicked crowd.

"Oh no you don't! Not on my watch you oversized battadactyl!" Cayde-6 quickly took out his trusty signature handcannon and began to unload on to dragon. The beast gave a mighty roar and looked around to where his assailant was.

The soldier on top of the beast noticed first the small metallic man on the ground pointing some kind of small wand at him. Men of metal he thought to himself. What an odd world he has found himself in. Towers higher than anything in his world and a moon way too close to the Earth. No matter, he had a job to do and this man of metal was hitting his wyvern with some very powerful magic, enough to cause it pain.

He must be a very powerful magician, perhaps that's why he's of metal, he sacrificed his body in exchange of undying metal. I need to take him out quick, he could prove to be a grave threat down the way. Who knows I might get a promotion out of this, he thought slyly. He reined his beast up and guided it back down as he lined his lance toward the magician, but the metal man was not there anymore.

He heard a loud BOOM to his right and saw the metal man right on top of the roof of the building, point his wand at him. He pulled back on the reins but to no avail. Whatever the magician did had blown the brains right out of his wyvern. The last thing he saw was the bright light of the black metal wand.

"Ha, I guess they've never fought someone with the ability to Blink." Cayde said with satisfaction.

"Cayde, everyone knows how to blink," Cayde-6's ghost chimed in.

"Not what... nevermind patch me in to Zavala. I need to speak to him."

Back in the the Hall of Guardians reports were handed over and orders were dished out.

"Fireteam Morningstar, Feonix Zero,and... and Fireteam 'The Bad Guys Don't Care About What We Call Ourselves Do They'...sigh, head down to the Core as ground support. Fireteam Black Dust,and Ahamkara Bones, you'll be air support. I don't want anything flying in our City's air if it's not flying City colors. I already sent the notice for more ground and air support so don't believe it'll only be FOTC out there. They are doing the best they can along with the small amount of Guardians who've already found themselves in the middle of the chaos on their off day. We've also sent out the signal to turn all frames in the city to 'war' mode. Now you've got your orders go."

Zavala's Ghost speaks up, "Zavala, We have a message from Cayde-6."

Zavala turns to his Ghost, "hmph. He took his sweet time. Patch him through if you would please." The ghost began to tune itself to Cayde-6's signal.