(PS, that last post was mine. I forgot to log in, cause apparently wiki logs me out when I have the box checked not to be...
But I'm back! crickets...)
(If I could, I'd send you an exotic engram for a housewarming gift!)
While he was waiting for Terra, Curran pulled the hammer from his armor and examinded it. It was nothing but an inch-thick metal cylinder with a rectangular bolck of iron at its tip. But Curran jut couldn't shake his fascination with it. "Ghost?"
"Replay helmet recorder log, item 23-G."
"Replaying." Curran's visor became his own personal movie screen, as he re-wathed his rampage from his own view. He orders his Ghost to pause it the moment it lit on fire. "Why did it light like that?"
"I can't tell. Might have been a failsafe of some kind."
"If it was a failsafe, I would've burned, too. No, this is something I did."
"Maybe the designers of the universe gave you a new power to increase their chances of you spending money to worship them."
"Knock it off, this is serious!" Curran snapped. "Creators of the universe. That's BS." He continued to examine the hammer. "Continue playback."
"Continuing." The video played until Curran slammed the hammer into the ground, burning up the Cabal. After that, it stopped. The hammer went out, as did the flames enveloping Curran. The mud at the point of impact had been turned into charred dirt.
Curran's examination was cut short as he heard a Sparrow approaching. He put the hammer back on his armor and greeted Terra. She nodded. "Where are the others?"
"They went ahead. Cev found something."
"He didn't say." Suddenly, they heard a shot ring out nearby. Terra huffed. "I think we are about to find out."
My GT is Cur7is Wa7son, if anyone would like to message me at least a day before a raid happens. I can't guarantee that I'll make it, but I would love the opportunity. I need to do all the raids, starting with VoG, Crota's End, and the new TTK ones on Xbox One, please.
(Alright, I guess I could have him being funny and more human-like. How do you mean "introdue him"? Write a story-like introduction, or just explain him?)
Curran heard Romulus' response to Terra, telling her to come back to them. He got an idea. "Romulus, could you take Osagia and meet up with Thraxx and Cev? I'll wait here for Terra." He suggested, running his fingers over the tip of the hammer he had picked up. He had to know what had happened to him.
(I want his personality to be somewhat of a loner, but has a very human side where he does care about his teammates and takes a quiet moment to smile every now and then. I actually want his armor to be just plain steel gray, and his jumpship could be the LRv1 Javelin.)
(She's waiting at the ship landing site. She was prepping herself while the fight was going on.)
(Hello! Yes, it's me, from the AV RP. Don't know how much I could, but could I participate in this RP? You might see a bit of a new one of my characters here and there.)
Exo Warlock Stormcaller
SUROS Regime Auto Rifle
Vestian Dynasty Sidearm
Exodus Plan RS/1 Rocket launcher
Eclipse Maw VI Helmet
The Impossible Machines Gauntlets
Astrolord Robe chest
No Tomorrow Bond
Bio: Brought to life by his Ghost in a collapsed laboratory on Venus, Zarok was supposed to be an Exo that worked in freight yards or factories. This meant he was built to be slightly stronger than the average Exo, and definitely stronger than some Humans. When he met Ikora Rey, she helped him understand the world in which they lived, and taught him the strength of the Traveler and how to be a true Warlock. After fifteen years of service on the front lines against Vex and Cabal, Zarok gained a place in the Vanguard elite units. His time is divided between Vanguard work and field work, but his favorite job is hunting Vex in the jungles of Venus, thus his most distinguishable featre: a Vex Hydra eye, on a chain around his neck.
(I'm not going anywhere yet.)
Curran, however, did not need to call Cev. As Romulus finished making his rhetorical comment, Curran's communicator beeped. He shot Romulus a look. "Yeah, I'll get right on that." He tapped the response key. "Cev? Where are you?"
"Curran. Head two klicks northeast. Bring heavy stuff. Out." The line cut out. Romulus gave Curran a look. "Alright, better bring heavy stuff." He began walking northeast, when he spotted the Cabal hammer he had dropped lying in the mud.
His outburst, where the hammer had lit on fire, still perplexed him. But, he admitted, it had done a helluva lot of good. He picked up the hammer and clipped it to his armor. "Let's go." He said. Romulus and Osagia followed. That is, until Curran's communicator beeped again. It was Terra. "Hey, have you seen Osagia and Romulus? I thought we were supposed to head to the Vault."
(Okay, now's when you need to make the decisions. Stay on Titan to assault the Cabal, or go into the Vault to learn more about the Vex Precursors.)
(You are forgiven Inquisitor. I'm nothing, if not forgiving.)
Curran felt himself begin to calm down, and went to the group that had gathered around Osagia. They told her about Ceruliam, which neary shattered her heart, but Curran was too busy to notice.
The hammer he had picked up from that Cabal was on fire. How was that possible? After slaughtering half of the Cabal force, Curran had gotten a hold of himself and threw the thing away. His Ghost couldn't explain it either.
"This was the head of the Centurion that killed Ceruliam." Romulus said, bringing Curran back into the real world. He saw the helmet on the ground, still containing the head of the Cabal that had worn it.
"I hope Terra and the others are having better luck than we are." He said. Thinking of Terra, he snapped to his right, only to see no one was there. "Wait... Where's Cev?"
Cev had left the group, following a Cabal that had managed to flee from Curran's rampage. He trailed the beast over the muddy plateaus, and watched as it ran down the ridge towards an encampment. Harvesters were docked there, next to several large Cabal huts. "Jackpot." He said.
(I'm sorry, Release TheKraken. I know what you mean, I am a Junior in high school and have A LOT of stuff to do. You are still welcome on my RPs any time!)
(Anyway, more to the point, WHAT THE HELL? I leave for a few days, and people start killing each other off! I know I'm far from the best administrator, but this is a little irksome!
I will allow this to continue, but can we have some form of consensus before we murder other people's characters? I'm talking to you, Inquisitor!)
(Now, then, since I have gotten my rant out, shall we put it behind us and continue? I believe Curran was still behind a rock...)
Curran heard a clamor nearby. He gasped to see Osagia fly through the air and land, motionless, on her jumpship. "Osagia!" Curran called, attracting the attention of a Cabal that had not yet been killed by the Guardians.
But that was nothing compared to what came next: one massive Cabal slammed its battle hammer down on Ceruliam's head while he was down, forcing it to explode in a gory mess. Curran felt repulsed and horrified by the event.
The Cabal Curran had alerted roared and charged, electric dagger in hand. "Curran! Watch out-" His Ghost didn't even finish when Curran whipped to the right, leaping into the air and flipping over the Cabal. The alien's dagger cut through the air where the Titan had been seconds before, stabbing into a rock and getting jammed.
Curran, fueled by Light and fury, lurched forward and slammed his fist into the Cabal's backpack. Its life support ruptured, spewing purple mist all over Curran's armor. The Cabal roared as its spine shattered, then collapsed, dead.
Curran raced back and attacked the Cabal with the hammer, kicking it to the ground. He then grabbed the hammer out of its hands and brought it up over his head. This is for Ceruliam, you turtle-faced son of a bi- He hadn't finished his thought when he slammed the hammer down on the Cabal's skull with all of his Titan strength, instantly flattening it into a gory mess similar to how Ceruliam looked now.
"Curran... you need to calm down..." His Ghost pleaded. Curran only had one thing on his mind now: revenge. "I'll calm down when all of the Cabal are dead!" He leapt into the air, feeling the Light surge through his body. He swore he saw the hammer light on fire.
He saw a bright flash of light and heard Cabal screaming as he slammed the hammer into the mud puddle at the center of their group.
(Glad everyone's still here.)
Curran slogged through the mud, trying to focus on his team's mission.
At the thought of his team, he thought something was amiss. He stopped, creating silence. He heard nothing behind him- no slogging through the mud. Cev and Thraxx were not there.
"What the hell?"
His Ghost, without appearing, buzzed in his ear: "You may want to take cover..."
"Just do it. I'll answer when I make sure your organs are still inside your body."
(Hello... anyone? Please don't tell me you've given up!)
Curran watched as the Guardians made up their minds. "Well, I'm staying. I've had my fair share of encounters with the Vault of Glass. I almost prefer the mud. Thraxx, wait up!"
(Sorry I ignored your post. I just get really confused with some things. I'm trying to keep this thread together [or at least my parts].)
(All I ask is that someone either agree OR disagree with Terra! USE YOUR OPINIONS, PEOPLE!)
The moment Curran heard the plan, he was glad he was wearing a helmet. The astonished look he gave Osagia could've burned through Relic Iron. As they finished with their plans, he stepped in. "Now, hold on! Are we certain we want to attempt something like this? I'm with Romulus on this one. Raiding the Vault of Glass is pure crazy!"
"What if... only some of us went?" Terra suggested. "I could go with Osagia and Romulus to Venus to hack the Oracles. Curran, Cev, and Thraxx could stay here and locate the rest of the Cabal and Vex."
Curran fell silent. He actually admired this plan. "Does anyone agree with Terra?"
Curran watched the new Guardians get acquainted with Osagia. "I'm sorry to interrupt the proceedings, here, but we are low on time. Cabal and Vex are still here, and we haven't accomplihed our main objective yet."
"Well, I'm not stopping you." Cev said, folding his arms over his chest.
Curran nodded to his Ghost: "Display map of area." A hologram appeared between all of the Guardians, displaying the lay of the land. Curran pointed to an area, marked with a red triangle. "We are here. The Arrakis Vaults are approximately two miles from here. We know the Cabal fled to the east. We have no idea where the Vex are, save for the slipstream whispers they leave when they teleport." He addressed Thraxx and Romulus. "I know Terra and I can find the Cabal, but do you have any ideas on how to find the Vex? We haven't found any of their confluxes yet."
"Gladly." Curran replied. "24 hours ago, the Vanguard detected a hailstorm of Vex, Fallen, and Cabal signals coming from this moon. We traced it to the Arrakis Planitia, where Clovis Bray had an old research center. Turns out they were studying Vex Precursor bodies and ruins. We tried to learn more, but the Cabal made off with something and we don't know what it was. So far, Vex activity is minimal."
"And the Fallen?" Thraxx asked. Curran allowed a smile to escape his lips. "Beaten. Chased the last of 'em off-world. Cabal are still here, but have retreated for the moment."
"Who's this?" Terra asked, silently walking up behind Curran. The Titan turned. "This is Thraxx, a Vanguard soldier sent to assist us. Thraxx, this is Terra Far, and that's Cev-046." He said, gesturing as the Exo approached. Osagia was, as of yet, nowhere to be seen. "There is another one here, Osagia, but Terra, Cev, and I were a team of our own for awhile."
"I see." Thraxx said. "But can you tell me more of these Vex?"
Rhakor and Thraliks hiked along the ridge, slogging through deep mud. They had been abandoned since the battle in the Vault Archives, and left behind by the retreating Fallen forces. Thraliks, younger than Rhakor, was fast losing strength. "What are we going to do now? We have no Kell, no Ketch, no House!"
"I am aware, Thraliks. We must try to survive... in ANY way possible..."
The newcomer revealed himself, pistol in the air in a "don't shoot!" gesture. Curran, realizing they were another Guardian, slung his Red Death. "Appologies. I seem to have lost sight of myself since the Fallen incursion." He reached back and removed his helmet. "My name is Curran Tulsan." He introduced himself. "So, you're here to assist us?"
Curran heard a tapping on the cockpit while he was head-first in the spare parts locker, followed by a muffled noise. Something was out there. It wasn't Terra, Cev, or Osagia. His helmet systems were still reading their beacons in their ships. "Ghost? Analysis?" His device appeared, buzzing as it scanned. "There is a life form just outside. I cannot tell what kind, it is obstructed by mud."
"Maybe it's a Psion. They seem to love getting their hands dirty." Curran reached over and grabbed his Red Death. "You know, when I first met you, I really didn't peg you for the shoot-first-ask-questions-later-type."
"I wasn't. But then I went into the depths of Hive catacombs, the bellies of Fallen Ketches, the hearts of Vex networks, and the innermost workings of Cabal bases. I learned not to take chances."
"You really should with this. We're expecting Vanguard warriors, soon. That could be them."
"I'll fire a round at their feet. I see one wrong move, they see nothing more."
"This can only end badly..." The Ghost said. For Curran or the contact outside, he didn't know.