Purge the Devils (Destiny Open)

[Faclan]

(Feel free to post without a profile, this was spur the moment thread idea for me after listening to some Destiny 2 reviews and finding the picture I'm using for Teksis The picture is drawn by Voidstorm Void Stormy )

Setting, Old Chicago - mainly populated by Fallen. Spoopy buildings

Teksis - Eliksni Youngling Spiderling (Aged 14 Human Equivalent)
House of Devils Outpost, Old Chicago
The ousting of 'traitors'.

Naksis had failed - and the Guardians had overrun him and his squads in Old Russia. The build sites had been defiled and machines destroyed. This would normally be a time of mourning before revenge missions were planned. Using the Guardians celebration of a victory to close the pincer around them as they scoured their home. But this time was different.

Tensions between the Devil's had been running hotter and hotter lately with so many Guardians escaping their grasp and causing failure after failure. Making some start to blame the others for the failure. It could never be confirmed. But many were searching for enough evidence to blame others. Save themselves at the cost of their allies and be able to claim the 'traitors' items as there own.

And this time it was happening to Teksis's family. They had been told, well screamed at, that Naksis's final transmission had let the Kells know that the Guardians seemed to have some kind of information about their plans. No thought that it had been their own intelligence networks like their little flying pets - and Ring three of the Devils had been signaled out as the traitors. And so they were to be exiled.

Their single ship had barely had time to be loaded with food before they were in the air. And despite being told they would be able to fly away with their shame the cannons had shot them down just so they would not crash on top of any other buildings.

Teksis barely able to tell what was going on in the screaming and fire as he was thrown into an escape pod by his Papa and ejected, clutching the satchel he had been given and only hearing one last thing before the door slammed shut.

'Purge the Devils'

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It was hot, that was the first thought that came through his clouded mind when he finally awoke. It was painfully hot. His Papas words still echoing in his head as he patted around the inside of the escape pod to try and find the light controls. His quadra-eyes could adjust in time but the heat was almost unbearable and he didn't have that kind of time. Finally finding it by sheer luck as the doors grinded open to reveal just fire in front of him. Like the Old World Hell he had often been told about. Making the boy scream in terror before his seatbelt gave way. Sending him tumbling right into the fire.

Acking in pain as he impacted the floor the red cloaked and coated Eliksni took a moment to hold his head before looking up. The pod had been stuck in the remains of an old street sign and its exhaust had caught fire just over the door...But he was alive. Slowly getting to his feet clutching the strap of the satchel across his chest he didn't even consider looking into it as he turned around to look. The still burning husk of the Skiff barely a hundred Arms (Feet equivalent) off. The heat emenating off of that as it sparked and sputtered...his family and everyone he had ever called friend burning away as their Ether just fed the fire.

He was alone.

Turning away from the fire as his eyes glowed and drips of Ether splattered onto the ground as he started to move away from the heat. Not even bothering to check the satchel he had been given as he walked. His Papa would want him to be strong like a Captain and carry out his assignment. But that didn't mean he couldn't grieve with a very slow walking pace.

(Guardians, other Fallen, normal Humans, all welcome :>)

[Llau]

Damon, age 14, human
Blocks away from the House of Devils Outpost, Old Chicago
Lone Kid Wanderer

Three things his mother and father taught him before they died: Hunting, survival, and defending himself and his loved ones. On this particular day, he kept his father's hunting rifle at home, so the others who were in his small group can protect themselves. He brought his survival knife, along with his slingshot to hunt small game.

He smiled victoriously after he killed a rabbit with his slingshot - the fourth rabbit he was able to get. Today was a good day, he thought. He picked up the dead animal by its two back legs, placed it in a pouch he used to carry the small animals so he can be hands-free, and started to head back to the small camp he currently lived at with a small group of others. He placed his hoodie over his beanie-covered head, and on his way back, he spotted the fire not far from where he was currently located. Looking rather curious, he decided to investigate what was going on. He quietly moved, crouching somewhat; careful not to make too much noise as he went from cover-to-cover; remembering what his parents taught him.

There, he quietly gasped, staring at the Fallen Spiderling moving very slowly along. He quickly hid behind an old car, and peeked his head slightly above the hood of the car; rather, where the hood used to be, as it was detached from the vehicle, and...not there at all. He kept his piercing blue eyes on him, and curiously watched the alien youth, studying him cautiously and in wonder. He never encountered a Fallen Spiderling before, but then again, he tried to avoid encountering any of them at all costs. He wondered what they were really like, and wondered if a Spiderling was like any other kid. He bit his lower lip, deciding on what to do. Should he continue to hide and keep an eye on where he will go, or run away? Or...talk?

"Hmm..." He hummed quietly for a moment.

"Hi..." He reluctantly said though he wasn't sure if he greeted him loud enough or not. He was always so shy when speaking to strangers at first.

[Faclan]

Teksis - Eliksni Spiderling
Old Chicago outskirts
Noises!

Tightly gripping the satchel strap around his chest Tek kept slowly walking. Now that he was free of the thoughts of fire and wanting to get away from it he could try to think about other things. Like how his parents and two sisters were dead. Like how he had been exiled while barely understanding why. How he was so alone now in a world that hated him. Just because of what he was. No choice of his as he had barely been taught how to hold and reload a shock pistol as his smaller hands could barely hold them. Its not like the Kells would want to spend any of their horded money on smaller weapons for the Spiderlings. They were supposed to be behind the Captains and Dregs anyway so its not like they needed weaponry.

And now it wouldn't matter anyway...he was just one kid. Making him looking back at the fire he had gotten a little ways away from. The Devils wouldn't want him anymore since his squad had apparently been traitors. Maybe he could make it to another Fallen city? But he had no way of knowing how to get there and he would need Ether if he wanted to get any kind of distance. Hissing a bit at that realization he looked down at the satchel for the first time and opened it. A deep blue glow coming out of it for anyone watching as he sighed and closed it. He had enough to keep him going for a little at least.

But then he heard a squeak of something and some kind of metal moving! Making him zip around trying to find it before running and jumping over a wrecked car. Back against it as he breathed and tried to think of something. What was he supposed to do!? Looking down at the satchel again he opened it and pushed aside the contained Ether, eyes going over the two data drives and settling on the Shock Dagger. Big for him but it would do! Taking it out and letting the sheath clatter to the ground he stood up with the knife held tightly as he looked over the hood. To see a Human across the street from him. Enemies! The blade shaking a little as Tek held it in the general direction of the Human...tiny human - and waved it at him.

"S...stay back!" He hissed out, before looking down at the knife to try and find the on button before finally pressing it. Nearly dropping it as it sparked to life before he kept trying to hold it steady pointed at the Human.

[Llau]

Damon
Old Chicago Outskirts



He looked on curiously but warily at the alien child. He quietly watched as the Eliksni Spiderling panicked after seeing him behind the vehicle, and pointed some kind of dagger at him. Damon never saw one like that before, and he thought it looked pretty cool. Still hiding behind his cover as he kept peeking out over the hood, he heard the alien shout at him but wasn't sure what he said. (I assume they both wouldn't understand each other?) Although he didn't know what was said, he wondered if the alien kid was just scared to see him. He was scared too, but more curious.

"It's okay," Damon replied mildly, "I won't hurt you. Unless you try to hurt me, then..." He started to ramble, but stopped, looking at the alien for a moment or two before glancing around, and then back toward where the fire was. He returned his attention to the Eliksni Spiderling. "You came from there, didn't you?" He pointed to where the burning building was, as he kept his eyes on him.

[Faclan]

Teksis - Eliksni Spiderling
Old Chicago outskirts
Slow communication.

Watching as the Human stood where he was Tek started to get more worried and scared. He wasn't scared of him, wasn't running away. What was he supposed to do now? He didn't have a ranged weapon to try and fire at him before making a run for it and showing your back to an enemy was something he was told never ever to do. Looking from side to side as he kept the knife in the general direction of the Human he tried to see if he could see any others. Was he surrounded and by how many? Assess then act. Looking around a few more times before back focused on the one he could see. He couldn't see any more. But that meant nothing...so was he supposed to act like he was surrounded? His Papa never went over this too seriously.

Gripping the sparking knife tighter he watched as the Human burped out a bunch of noises before he looked back at the crash site, before pointing at it. Tek glancing over to make sure that's what it was pointing at before looking back at him. It was demanding something about the fire...was he asking if he had caused it? Something about what it was? Probably that, probably trying to work out what had happened. So this tiny human was some kind of scout? They were this close to Devil's Lair (Old Chicago)?! Well...not that he would care about that anymore.

But the two eyes was still looking at him so he needed to make some kind of response right? Letting the knife rest on the hood of the car so he didn't have to hold it up at arms length so much. Erring and umming some he looked down at his satchel, last remnant of his former Circle. Looking back up at the Human he tugged on it before pointing back at the fire. "My...family and friends were cast out and killed from the Devils." He clicked out.

After a few seconds of silence after his message he jumped when the knife on the metal hood zapped up loudly and left a big black scorch on the hood whilst also either blowing or making Tek toss the knife up in surprise up to have it clatter in the road between them. Thankfully turned off as one of the very few safety items on it.