Gamer Luna: Mission One- Guardian
Gamer LunaMission One: Guardian
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Where, Where am I?
Luna, Princess of the Moon, opened her eyes to find a small metallic thing with light in a black area on the front in front of her, It had strange, rounded spikes on its body and floated in the air.
“Who are you? What are you? You’re not human, awoken, or exo. My sensors say that you aren’t Fallen, Hive, or otherwise,” came a shockingly normal voice. Just as shocking was that she could understand it.
Luna gaped for a moment before remembering her manners. “I am Princess Luna, Diarch of Equestria, and Mage of the Moon.”
“Equestria? No such location exists in this system,” it spoke again. “Sensors indicate you are similar to the ancient species known as Equus Caballus or ponies.”
Luna nodded, “That’s my species.”
‘Impossible. Ponies have been extinct for too long,” it protested.
“I don’t come from this solar system or even universe, at least, I don’t think so,” she muttered.
“I must take you to the Speaker. He will get answers from the Traveler. Follow me please. I must find us a Jumpship.” It floated forward and vanished.
“Where did you go?” She called out.
“To the storage in the back of your new helmet. When I brought you back to life, or, I guess in your case, here, you came in with a full set of armor.”
“Oh,” the lunar princess spoke. She didn’t find it all that surprising. Each world must have its own magic, like hers. She started walking forward as the ghost questioned her about her world. Some questions were meaningless to her while a few concerned her greatly.
“So, in your world, you don’t have the Darkness?” Ghost’s voice asked.
“We have something similar. We called it, Dark Magic or negative magic. I was capable of using it but at one point it overwhelmed me when I least expected. It can be used for good though,” she answered, still trotting forward in hopes to get to her destination faster.
“We have Solar Light and Void Magic. Each guardian can use a small amount of both. Warlocks have better control and specialize in each.”
“Warlocks?” She inquired.
“We have three classes. Titans are our ‘Tanks’. They take a ton of damage without falling but only excel at short range combat with brute force. Warlocks, the ones I mentioned, specialize in magic so they work well at distances but can defend themselves close range. I’ve never really paid attention to Warlocks, myself. Finally we have the Hunters. They are insanely good at distance and sneak attacks,” Ghost spoke.
“Ah. Which one am I?” Luna asked.
“I’m not really sure… How did you fight in your world?”
“Distance and close range if I needed to. Celestia was always the main force.”
“Then you’d probably be a Hunter,” Ghost said after processing the information.
“Oh,” she said. Their conversation went quiet for some time. The area around, normally flooded with Fallen, was silent. Not a Fallen in sight well, aside from their bodies, that is.
“Luna, grab that auto rifle to your left,” Ghost said. The blue alicorn grabbed it and stepped to where Ghost had mentioned a ship would be. When she did, a strange sight greeted her. A bipedal creature, much like Essence, ears and tail aside, was fighting off Fallen. Headshot after headshot they went down.
“HAHA! Die you little buggers! DIE!” it yelled. It’s voice was masculine so Luna figured it was male. Ghost on the other hand let out a noise she could describe as a gasp of sorts. He transmatted outside the helmet as soon as the Exo had finished taking out the Fallen.
“Cayde-66?” He asked.
“In the flesh!” The still battle ready man answered swinging his gun to his hip.
“But, you’re the Hunter Vanguard! Why are you here?” Ghost asked.
“Ghost, you know I sneak off once in awhile,” he said, “In fact, you came with me once.”
“But, this is different. We’ve had an influx of new Guardians lately. You need to be there for the new Hunters!” Ghost protested.
“Ghost. You and I both know that there have been less and less Hunters lately. It takes a certain attitude to be a Hunter. Now, tell me who your friend is or I’ll shoot it,” he threatened. Luna flinched.
“This is Luna. She’s my Guardian,” he said.
“...Well alright then. What’s her class?” Cayde asked.
“Well I wonder… She’s wearing a cloak,” Ghost said, voice dripping with sarcasm. Cayde smirked and held out a hand.
“I’m Cayde-66. Hunter Vanguard,” he said.
“I’m Luna. Diarch of Equestria and Mage of the Moon,” she let him grab her hoof and shook. His face showed a puzzled expression.
“Mage of the Moon?” he asked.
“In Equestria the celestial bodies stopped moving on their own after a magical accident during my father’s, King Solarium, time. He and my mother, Queen Gravitation, rose them until we could,” she explained.
Cayde stepped back, “I see. Makes sense. Now, as Ghost told my Ghost, you need a ride to the Tower?”
Luna nodded, “Yes. I need to see if any other Equestrians are here.”
Cayde popped his knuckles, “Alright. Once we get there I’ll have someone take a look.”
Luna nodded, “Thank you.” Suddenly she was overcome by an urge to toss her auto rifle in the air and speak. “I am Luna, princess diarch of Equestria, Mage of the Moon, and mother of all that stalks the night. If you should need my help, just fire this gun once and I shall come to your aid be you pure of heart.” The rifle wavered and multiple copies flew from it and disappeared. Cayde looked at her.
“What was that about?” he asked.
“No idea,” she shook her head, “but it happened.” Moments later Cayde’s ship passed over their heads and Luna was transmatted on board. The ship sped off into hyperspace and moments later she was in a strange plaza.
“Come. Lord Shax should know of new arrivals. He keeps track of them for the Crucible,” Cayde motioned for her follow and she walked to catch up. Ghost was relaxing in her helmet, and waiting for her to summon him.
They caught up with Shax a second or two later. “Hey Shax. We got any new arrivals that look like this lady here?” Cayde gestured to Luna.
The large man bent down to look at her, nearly impaling Cayde on his horn. “Nope. Humans, Exos, and Awoken. Nobody with a horn and wings.”
Luna immediately felt distraught. “Oh,” she said, “Thank you.” She turned around and Cayde followed her to the other Vanguards.
“It’s fine Luna. We’ll find them.”
“I know its just-” she was cut off by Ikora Ray, the Warlock Vanguard.
“Cayde! Enough sneaking off. We have enough to deal with without you running off and bringing back strange things.
“Ikora, this is Luna. She’s a new Hunter. I found while down at Old Russia,” he told the woman.
“Very well,” Ikora said, “Has she got a ship?”
“Not yet. I was going to take over to Holliday,” he said, “I’ll be back in a moment.”
The War of Understanding Sneak Peek
In between the teams
Essence; The Musician, The Merchant’s Demise, Madness of the VoidTrue Neutral(Even she could probs kill Zero. Even if no one knows who she is)
Essence dropped into the world out of nowhere, portal or otherwise. Dragging herself up she glared around the area. Summoning her favorite weapon, otherwise known as Poseidon’s Trident, she walked forward, looking around to try to spot someone nearby. While she did this one of the bugs, a giant wasp, flew up to her and aimed its stinger at her.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she warned. Seemingly debating it for a mere second the bug lunged forward. Out of instinct Essence dodged to the right and impaled the wasp on her weapon. She stood and stuck the weapon on her back. Walking forward she made her way away from both camps, her gait reflected her anger. Not only had she lost her friends, she had lost her home, and the only person she had saved was a small yellow pegasus and a blue alicorn. Her sorrow leaked out into her aura releasing her madness, her insanity, forth as trees bent forming a ladder up into a small fortress with a small pond in the center. Leaning forward she spoke,
“Umbra, I wish to speak with you.”
Skreeeeeeeeeeeeeeee- whoooosh- thud
“Alright. You’re not someone I’m exactly familiar with, but……. I do still know of you.Welcome to Battle World 1, Essence. How do you like my incredibly accurate, pre-written, dropped-from-orbit notes?”
“They’re fine. I suppose you know me from one of the SysAdmins? If it’s the Merchant I have a message.”
Skreeeeee
“I know of you from sources that are best left unmentioned. The Merchant, eh? If it’s a death threat or anything similar, get in line. Wily bastard’s been evading his rightful kick in the balls for over seventeen eons.-Umbra”
“I already knew that. My message, if you can get it to him is this: The demise of the Council of Influence was not appropriate, as the final member, even though I no longer hold shadow abilities, I relay that his rival still lives. He may have destroyed my world, my friends, my home but in the End, the battle between Desire and Madness will leave Madness above Desire. You think there may be a way to get that to him?” she asked. Her tail, fluffy and huggable, wiggled slightly out of excitement. Her ears flicked. She seemed to be anxious but extremely pissed at the same time. Who wouldn’t; being trapped in your world, your cry for help missed by others, as it broke apart into nothing?
Skreeeee
“Yeah. He’ll get that message real soon”
“Alright.”
Skreeeeee
“If you want to fight someone, then I suggest heading South in a few days’ time. There’s an Arena there”
“I’m not here to join the battle, in fact, I got here by accident. Watching may be fun though…”
Skreeeeee- paff
“Then here’s a ticket for Seat A-32. One of the better seats in the house, if I do say so myself. Concessions are free, just make sure to throw away all of your trash when you’re done. Oh, and don’t take the cups. Bottles are fine, but not the cups. Those are refillable.”
“Alright, if anyone issues a challenge towards me- there’s always one- I’m open to it, but I will not be placed on one side. I already know who wins after all.”Looking into the pool she could see her lost friends, the two she had saved, and sighed. Looking up and realizing that her new camp had no name, she focused and a giant neon sign appeared above it with the words, “Music and Madness Station, grab an instrument!” She groaned and added another one, “Neutral Territory.”
A glimpse of the future or... perhaps... Its also the past and present?
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Sounds of battle echoed throughout the Void. Friend versus Foe. Light versus Dark. Good versus Evil. Madness versus Desire. At the center of the fight, a lone woman stood her ground against 4 other Void-Dwellers. The Merchant, The Tyrant, The Ripper, The Reaper. The Merchant bore a battleaxe of gold. Tyrant, a ruby encrusted sword, Ripper had claws attached to his hands, and Reaper a large scythe. These four powers rushed at the woman in the center who switched between a trident and two swords.
"Musician," sang Merchant, "Its hopeless, just give up. Your little friends are losing."
Musician looked up and saw hundreds of Displaced on the ground, many from her side. She looked downwards and a tear fell from her cheek.
"Awe, sad are we? Ready to give up?" taunted the Merchant. The three others grinned at each other before a laugh echoed through the area, stopping all combat.
The laugh echoed. A laugh that only a mad person could laugh. One that makes you shudder in fear.
It echoed again.
And again.
And again.
"Give up? Me? As if. I've got another plan. This may be my last day alive, but I'll be damned if it isn't yours as well," she looked up and grinned. The Merchant's blood ran cold. Without warning she lunged forward and her trident went straight through the Merchant. He looked down.
"Impossible," he said.
"Impossible? Impossible? Ha. Let me tell you something. You can tell me to be honest, strong, smart, or quick but one thing that should never be said to me, is 'That's impossible,' because I'll be damned if I don't prove you wrong," she said, glaring upwards. The Merchant began to fall and a strange clearness overcame him. His vision, clouded by his Desires, now saw what he had done. In that moment, he spoke.
"I have seen my errors, my darkness, my evils, and I know that I have done wrong. I now bequeath my powers to the only person who could control them properly. The Musician," Merchant disappeared and an arc of light raced upwards.
Musician fell down. Smiling she coughed up blood. "Now THAT was fun," and she fell. Her form disappeared and a ball of light appeared. The arc connected with it and music filled it all. Music raced through the soul of all beings, touching their souls bringing the very thing they had always needed.
Hope.
To be continued...
