fireteampassenger

[fireteampassenger]

I remember you

The dream started like it always did; Amelia waking up in a large bed. The sheets were soft and warm. The blanket was so puffy it felt like she was wrapped in a cloud. In the distance, she could hear birds chirping and lapping ocean waves. She breathed deeply through her nose, letting the slightly salty, crisp air fill her lungs. It invigorated her, easing her transition from sleep to wakefulness. She opened an eye and looked around the room. Everything was fuzzy, like looking at a picture through acrylic glass. The early morning sun cast the room in yellows and blues. There were paintings on the wall, blurry collections of hues that gave the impression of images. She rubbed her eyes and looked at her hands.

They were slightly tanned. Soft, well taken care of. She felt a brief moment of surprise at the sight of them but brushed it off.

And then she saw her.

The woman stood gazing out the window, her form silhouetted by the sun. She wore a robe tied loosely around her waist. And her hair. A fiery red, sticking up at random intervals. The cutest bedhead Amelia had ever seen.

 Just looking at her made Amelia feel warm. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She couldn't remember her name; lost to the fog of memory, but she knew she loved her deeply. Her other half, the other side of her coin.

"Good morning my love." Amelia heard herself say. The woman started to turn around, a slight smirk on her lips.

Then the scene faded, like waves washing over the sand. Brief, flittering glimpses of joyous moments played across her eyes.

A walk on the beach.

The woman excitedly talking about something

A dinner

A kiss

And then black.

BOOM!!!

Amelia crashed into the next moment. She coughed and hacked and felt like every muscle was on fire. Cuts littered her body; her lungs filled with smoke and dust. There was screaming everywhere. She looked up. The city was burning. The sky, once sunny and bright, was now as pitch black as a new moon. Bodies lay strewn about, twisted and contorted. Pain carved on their faces. She reached out and felt the woman take her hand.

"I got you, we're gonna be OK."

They ran through the streets. Amelia looked back and saw people floating up into the air, their limbs splayed out in unnatural forms. She smelt ozone for just a second before an explosion split the sky. A beam of energy came crashing down from orbit striking a massive Pyramid floating above. A cloud of dust and heat came roaring towards her and she dove to the ground. The Pyramid didn’t react; it just kept floating there imposing its will on the city below. It felt like it was staring right at her, its unfeeling gaze burrowing into her soul.

"We need to keep going, the evacs close, we'll get to the Green, just trust me." The woman whispered.

Amelia went to squeeze her hand, but it was empty. She looked up, but the scene was melting away. 

Shoving

Screaming

Begging

Separation

Terror

She was on a landing strip now. A horde of people swept around her, dragging her around like a riptide. A hurricane of limbs, with Amelia at the center. She strained to scan the crowd beyond the gates, seeing the red haired woman in the distance. The guards were holding her back but she was trying to break through. A soldier bashed her in the head with the butt of his rifle. Amelia tried to run to her, but the horde just kept forcing her into the ship. Soldiers grabbed her arms and forced her into the evac shuttle. They then turned and pointed their guns at the crowd. Someone opened fire, bodies dropped. More screams. She locked eyes with the woman one more time. Two more soldiers had her pressed to the ground, a gun to her head. All the noise seemed to fall away, until all she could hear was her voice.

"I'LL FIND YOU AMELIA!! I PROMISE I'LL FIND YOU!"

The ship door slammed shut, and Amelia screamed into the dark.

"Kyra?"

“Launch now!” Amelia held her breath as the Exodus Green rocketed into the atmosphere. Somewhere, down on that ruined world, the love of her life was still looking for her.

"Kyra! Wake up."

A massive swirling vortex, a rip in reality, a singularity. It howled and howled. Amelia rested a hand against the ship's plasteel window. She closed her eyes, welcoming oblivion, and let herself fall in.

“Girlie, you need to get up!”

Down

Down

Down

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"KYRA!"

The Awoken shot up, her breathing rapid. The room was dark, too dark, she was still there. Falling.

Down

Down

Down

"Come on girlie, come back to me."

She blinked at the Ghost floating right in front of her face. "Puca." She croaked, her throat dry.

"It was just a dream, it wasn't real." Puca whispered.

Kyra cupped her face in her hands. Her breathing was rapid, she was having a panic attack. Her fingers felt wet, she didn't know she had been crying.

She tried to focus on her senses to ground herself in reality. She smelled the damp, cold air of her hut. The hints of wet pine and sage. Outside, she heard owls hoot and squirrels scamper across her roof. 

"I saw her, Puca. I saw her again."

"Kyra, you need to breathe.”

Kyra struggled to take a few deep breaths, but eventually got a rhythm going. She reached down and picked up the quilt that had been tossed to the dwelling floor. It was scratchy and a bit too big, but it reminded her of the blanket in her dream. She ran a finger along its surface, shutting her eyes and trying to focus on the woman's face. She was there, she was right there, but the details were fading.

“Please” she whispered. “Please don’t go.”

Her eyes. What color were her eyes? What did she sound like? Focus, focus now. She was talking at dinner, what was it about? But as she squeezed the dream in her hands, it collapsed and slipped away. Like waves washing over the sand.

Only one image remained. The same image that always did.

A woman. With fiery red hair, silhouetted by the rising sun.

"Could she be real? Maybe it’s a memory? "she asked, desperately.

Puca shook her shell. “You know that's not how it works.”

Kyra sighed heavily. 

The Warlock looked out the window, the morning sun was just beginning to creep over the horizon, casting achingly similar rays into her hovel.

[fireteampassenger]

Dread Pirate McGrath

TYPE: Audio

DESCRIPTION: Audio turned over from Ghost: Puca (Guardian: Kyra)

PARTIES: Four [4]. One [1] Lightbearer-type, Class Warlock, designate Kyra [K]. One [1] Lightbearer-type, Class Hunter, designate Ashley [A]. One [1] Lightbearer-type, Class Titan, designate Rook-8 [R], One [1] Ghost, designate Tallo [T] (Guardian: Ashley)

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[A] SWEEP THE DECK, LANDLUBBERS, OR IT'S THE BRIG FOR YOU!

[K] Ashley! Get down from there!

[A] NAY! THE OTHER CAP’N’S MIGHT SIT PRETTY IN THEIR CABINS, BUT DREAD PIRATE MCGRATH LEADS FROM THE CROWS NEST!

[K] Please, you’re embarrassing me.

[A] THE ONLY EMBARRASSMENT BE THE GALEY SLAVE RAPSCALLIONS WHO THINK THEY CAN FACE OFF AGAINST THE SCROUGE OF THE STARS!

[K] You’re not a…oh forget it. Hey Rook, check the engines, make sure we're good to go.

[R] Ok.

[A] NAY BELAY THAT!.....CHECK THE RUDDERS AND MAINSAILS YE SCALLYWAG.

[K] What? I…I already told them to do that.

[A] DON'T YE PLAY COY WITH ME! I BE THE CAPTAIN, AND YOU, WENCH, THE MEASLY BILGESNIPE!

[K] Do you even know what a bilgesnipe is?

[A] .....HOIST THE COLORS! WE SET SAIL FOR THE CARIBBEAN!

[K] *groan*

[R] This is your fault. I told you, don’t show her those movies unless you want “Dread Pirate McGrath” for the next month.

[A] THAT’S “CAPTAIN” DREAD PIRATE MCGRATH TO YOU, QUARTERMASTER!

[R] Make that two months.

*explosion*

*alarms*

[K] Crap, enemy ship, portside!

[R] I’ll check the damages!

[K] Alright Puca, let's see what this whole arc thing is all abou…where's Ashley?

*cannon fire*

[A] AVAST!

[T] Captain down.

[K] Ugh.

[fireteampassenger]

Which Side Are You On?

Thunder echoed across the Appalachian Dead Zone. Ashley pulled her hood further down her face as a few raindrops began to fall, all the while maintaining her watch. There, at the foot of the mountain, was the Warlords army. As they started their march, she could make out nearly 60 people among them. She turned around to face the village of Blair. Twenty villagers stood on the ramparts. She mentally took stock of their arms. One machine gun with a single belt of ammo and a few hunting rifles, shotguns, and homemade bows. Probably the best armed settlement she had come across, but that wasn’t saying much. Especially compared to the approaching force, no doubt armed to the teeth. She flicked her cannon open; six shots. After that, she was down to a hunting knife and her light. She cursed under her breath as she re-holstered the gun.

“I know we specialize at pulling a win out of our ass, but I think we may be in too deep here.” she said to her Ghost hovering above her right shoulder.

“Still time to back out.” Tallo responded.

She gave him a knowing look from under her hood. “You know that isn’t an option for me.” she joked dryly.

“Yeah, I know.” Tallo said warmly, before disappearing into his Guardians backpack.

Ashley sighed, and stared up at the sky. The dark clouds continued to roll in from the east. As she watched, the memory of the Warlord's first arrival to the village played in her mind.

“Why fight for these people?” he demanded, his fists crackling with arc light. “They are brief, insignificant, flashes in the pan compared to us. Why lower yourself to their level?” He left shortly after, promising to return with an army to take what was his and burn the rest to ash. Ten villagers left with him that day; ten people she failed.

The rain started to come down harder. Ashley drew her cloak closer to her body, a slight shiver creeping up her spine. 

“They’re probably down there, ya know”a voice said, “The ones who left.” The Hunter turned; she was now joined by the leader of the village, a stout bearded man named Frank.

“Yeah. He’d do that, make us fight our own. Get us to slip up, to hesitate. Give him the chance to…”, her voice trailed off, not daring to finish the thought.

“You know we don’t blame you, right?” Frank responded. “They made their choice. If they decide to raise arms against us, they aren’t a part of our village.”

Ashley didn’t respond, instead staring at the approaching horde. Call her crazy, but she could almost smell the ozone coming from the Warlords light. Or maybe that was the storm overhead? She slowly spun her cannons’ cylinder, focusing on each individual click. Frank unslung the rifle from his shoulder and fiddled with the bolt for a while. It was an old rusted thing which had been in his family for generations. A small smile crept to his lips.

“It's funny, in a weird sorta way. This isn’t the first fight to happen here.” he said, gesturing to the mountain around him.

“Figured.” Ashley responded. “Fallen attacks. Warlord raids. Resource scuffles.”

Frank chuckled, slinging the rifle over his shoulder. “That's not what I meant. There's an old story we tell, practically legend at this point. Long ago, before even the Golden Age, two other groups clashed on this mountain. On one side, normal folk, just like us. Salt of the earth, hard workers. People who built things with their own two hands. On the other, parasites who only knew how to take. They took the fruits of their labor, took their dignity, took their joy. One day, the folk had enough. They banded together and told the parasites ‘no more.’ They didn’t take too kindly to that, surprisingly, and sent their thugs. They were better armed, better trained, better supported. Maybe the folk knew it was a lost cause, but still they stood their ground. Some died, many were taken away. But we never forgot them. We’ve passed down the tale from one generation to the next. How even when staring down the barrel of someone you have no hope to beat, you stay and fight for your own. Even have a song about it.” He held up an old data drive, “Figured I’d play it later.”

Ashley looked back again towards the ramparts. She could see the barrel of the machine gun shaking. The girl who manned it couldn’t be older than 16. But she was there. She could have ran, but instead she took to the walls. The Hunter looked down the rest of the line and finally back to their leader. They all stayed to fight, like the heroes of their story. She gave Frank a smile.

“Yeah. I think I’d like to hear it. Now, I’d get back behind that wall, it looks like our friend is almost here.”

Frank nodded and marched back towards the village, and the Hunter drew her cannon. A gust of wind blew down the slope, her cloak billowing like a flag.

Gunfire soon echoed across the valley. The crash of Light mixing with the boom of thunder. And above it all, a voice from the past sang out.

“Which side are you on, boys? Which side are you on?”

[fireteampassenger]

Fireteam Passenger Vanguard File

> REMOTE VANGUARD DATABASE TEXT-ONLY SEARCH INITIALIZED.

> WELCOME, USER "HOPE".

> PLEASE ENTER SEARCH QUERY.

.> Fireteam registry

>PLEASE INPUT NAME OF DESIRED FIRETEAM

.> Passenger

>3 SEARCH RESULTS FOR: Fireteam Passenger. MCGRATH, A: MCGRATH, K: R-8. WHICH FILE DO YOU WISH TO VIEW?

.>McGrath, A

>ASHLEY MCGRATH. CLASS: HUNTER (GUNSLINGER). GHOST: TALLO. RACE: HUMAN. HEIGHT: 1.85 M. WEIGHT: 81.193 kg. SEX: FEMALE. EYES: GREEN. AGE: 1214. COMBAT STATUS: ACTIVE.  MARITAL STATUS: MARRIED (See file: MCGRATH, K). AFFILIATIONS: VANGUARD (FIRETEAM SW-52097, CALLSIGN “PASSENGER”, FIRETEAM DS-621, CALLSIGN "DEGENERATE"), SHADOWS OF YOR (DREDGEN), DEAD ORBIT (FORMER). KNOWN ALIASES: DREDGEN EALAIN, ROWAN, LIARIA OAKLEY. MEDICAL HISTORY: HOSPITALIZED FOR 1+ YEARS FOLLOWING AWOL INCIDENT (SEE FILES: CAYDE-6, ULDREN SOV, SCORN, TANGLED SHORE). DIAGNOSED WITH COMPLEX POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER. SCAR ON LEFT SIDE NOT HEALED BY GHOST. NOTES: INTERESTED IN MUSIC, HAS COMPILED SEVERAL PLAYLISTS STORED IN GHOST WHICH ARE PLAYED DURING COMBAT. OUTSPOKEN, COMEDIC, GENERALLY LIGHTHEARTED. HAS TRIED TO START A GUARDIAN STAND UP COMEDY GROUP.  JOVIAL NATURE COVERS C-PTSD, SUBJECT WILL OCCASIONALLY FALL INTO LONG PERIODS OF INTROSPECTION DURING WHICH THEY ARE UNCHARACTERISTICALLY SILENT. DISTRUSTFUL OF COMMANDER ZAVALA. HOSTILE TOWARDS QUEEN MARA SOV. FAITH IN TRAVELER SHAKEN FOLLOWING ENCOUNTER WITH SAVATHUN, PRAXIC INVESTIGATION ONGOING. MILD ACROPHOBIA.

.> Add to file: A hunter scared of heights, what gives sister?

>YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO EDIT THIS FILE

.> Grant permission to user

> YOU DO NOT HAVE THE AUTHORITY TO GRANT PERMISSION

.> Please?

> QUERY NOT UNDERSTOOD

.> Access file, McGrath, K.

> KYRA MCGRATH. CLASS: WARLOCK (STORMCALLER). GHOST: PUCA (NOTE FROM SUBJECT: No, I didn’t know about the Poukas on Neptune, I’ve been calling her Puca for centuries before we found Neomuna). RACE: AWOKEN. HEIGHT: 1.73 M. WEIGHT: 81.6 kg. SEX: FEMALE. EYES: ORANGE. AGE: 653 COMBAT STATUS: ACTIVE. MARITAL STATUS: MARRIED (SEE FILE: MCGRATH, A) AFFILIATIONS: VANGUARD (FIRETEAM SW-52097, CALLSIGN “PASSENGER”), FWC (FORMER), CRYPTARCHY (FIELD RESEARCHER). NOTES: ARTIST, HAS SOLD SEVERAL PRINTS TO OTHER GUARDIANS. CALM, LEVEL HEADED, ANALYTICAL, INTELECTUAL. AMONG TOP 3% OF VISITORS TO CRYPTARCH ARCHIVES. PRACTICES PRE-TRAVELER FAITHS, FLUENT IN OLD SWEDISH, SPANISH, GERMAN, POLISH. PRESENT IN VEIL CHAMBER DURING SHADOW LEGION INVASION. RUMORS OF ACCESS TO PRE-RESURRECTION MEMORIES, PRAXIC INVESTIGATION ONGOING.

.> Access File, R-8.

>ROOK-8. CLASS: TITAN (SENTINEL). GHOST: BISHOP. RACE: EXO. HEIGHT: 1.95 M. WEIGHT: 176.47 kg. SEX: X. EYES: YELLOW. AGE: 1,514. COMBAT STATUS: ACTIVE. MARITAL STATUS: SINGLE. AFFILIATIONS: VANGUARD (FIRETEAM SW-52097, CALLSIGN “PASSENGER”), IRON LORDS, PILGRIM GUARD. NOTES: STERN, BLUNT, AND QUIET. REGULARLY PATROLS CITY WALLS. THOUGHT TO BE AMONG THE OLDEST GUARDIANS. FORMER WARLORD FROM OLD BERLIN. PARTICULAR TRAUMA SURROUNDING EUROPA, WILL NOT TAKE OPS TO PLANET. HAS NOT USED STASIS. SUBJECT HAS CLOCKED LOWEST R&R USAGE OF WALL PATROLS. HAS REFUSED PSYCHOLOGICAL TREATMENT. SECURITY CAMERAS SHOW SUBJECT REGULARLY VISITS ROOFTOP CLOSE TO CITY CENTER (MATTER INVESTIGATED. CONCLUSION: NO CAUSE FOR ALARM). 

.> Access combat record for Fireteam “Passenger.”

> REQUEST DENIED

.> Access combat record, “McGrath, A”

> REQUEST DENIED

> ALERT: ADMINISTRATOR CONNECTED

> I see you, rat.

.> USER “HOPE” HAS DISCONNECTED

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Ikora,

VIP #1315 is showing particular interest in this Fireteam and I don’t like it, especially his interest in VIP #2014. I’m getting tired of telling you, let me remove him from the Tower and shut down his little game. I don’t care what knowledge he has or that he helped rescue VIP #5812 from Titan, he’s dangerous.

Aunor 

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Aunor,

No.

Ikora

[fireteampassenger]

This week's drifter and Eris lore

So for those of you who might not have read this week's new lore entry, here it is. It's the fourth entry in the "Purpose" lore book, this chapter called "Tether." The tldr is Drifter wants Eris to talk to Sloane because Eris is really good at talking people through their emotions. Eris feels like this is out of the blue, and tells Drifter that he should do it instead.

Since Drifter and Eris' relationship started to be something more than friends, I've always felt that Eris is probably bi or pansexual. I think she is definitely into Drifter now and she at least had a crush on Ikora (though it's fun to imagine Ikora and Eris dated a bit long ago).

Anyway, this lore entry definitely drops a lot of hints that these two are going to end up in a relationship. The first two lines are: "Eris let her eyes wander over the interior of the Derelict, wondering if Drifter had hastily tidied it before her arrival. Unprecedented, but he could still surprise her." They've had a few of these conversions on Drifters ship in lore and this is definitely the first he's tried to organize the hot mess that is his ship.

At one point, Drifter doesn't feel like he can help Sloane and becomes silent. "Eris reached out and placed a hand on his arm. He was tensed to trembling, but her touch was light. Quiet. Comforting." And you know what Drifter does? He puts his hand over Eris' hand.

Already these two things are telling about their relationship right now and where it is headed. But we get a bit more. Drifter asks Eris, "Hey, you find that joy yet?" Referring to how Eris during Witch Queen believes she can find joy again in her life after so long of dealing with anguish after losing her ghost/everything that happened in the Hell Mouth. Eris answers with "Soon. Joy is built...but I have taken the first step." This could easily be related to their relationship. They haven't gone anywhere with it but they are taking slow steps to make it something more than friendship.

Then Eris gets ready to leave and she says, "Consider my counsel, Germaine." Drifter does put up a bit of a fight that that isn't his name anymore, but he eventually allows Eris to call him that. Gone are the days of calling him Rat (though I suppose if he's an idiot, he might still get called that from time to time).

Anyway, yeah, it looks more and more like Eris and Drifter are gonna end up in a relationship. Idk how it'll go for them. Heck, even if they end up a thing, idk how official they'd make it. So we'll see. But it's really cute seeing Eris be this open to someone.

[fireteampassenger]

Intercepted Communication

Heads up: if you're a reddit refugee from Destiny Journals, you miiiiiiight recognize this :P

Hewwo its u/confussledabit

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TYPE: VANGUARD COMMUNICATION TRANSCRIPT LOG #3791756101

PARTIES: Two [2]. One [1] Lightbearer-type, Class Warlock, designate Kyra [K]. One [1] Lightbearer-type, Class Hunter, designate Ashley [A]

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[K]-No.

[A]-Come oooooon.

[K]-No!

[A]-You’re telling me you didn’t think about it at all? Not even once?

[K]-For the last time, Ash, I did not stare at Rhulks legs!

[A]-Are you serious? I’ve never seen thighs that thick. When he kicked me across the room, all I could think was ‘dang dude, what's your routine?’

[K]-You scare me.

[A]-How so?

[K]-Oh, I don’t know, maybe its 'cause my girlfriend is thirsting over the Darkness! It’s just like Savathun last month. *shudder*

[A]-Hey, it's not like that. I hate Rhulk, he’s an evil Twizzler man. But that doesn’t mean those legs don't get me weak.

[K]-I’m dumping you.

[A]-You know, if I work with Shaxx, I could probably get thighs like that.

[K]-*communication ended*

*several seconds of silence*

[K]-*communication established*

[K]-Are you done?

[A]-How many watermelons do you think he could crush at once?

[K]-*communication ended*

[fireteampassenger]

same!

I need some destiny 2 friends who wanna chat and talk about their oc guardians and lore and everything! 😭

I literally only have my husbands and his friends to play with and I just wanna be here and vibes sometimes you know? Lol 🥲