Yuletide treats, Destiny drabble set and Marathon sass
Oh, how I wish I'd had time to make these longer... D: I just wanted to write treats for both my favorite Bungie fandoms! (Still sad I didn't get time at all to write for the fourth Destiny requester, who was actually my assigned writer and wrote the loveliest Petra Venj fic. ♥ )
Anyway, enough of my whining. First off, a little Marathon treat for sonofzeal! Contains: Sass and (Rampant-style) jealousy, Courier, honestly the security officer must be kind of a masochist.
Its Own Reward
What rout of the Pfhor would be complete without embarrassing one of their finest armored units?
"Oh, yeah?" the security officer said. "I know what's going on here."
Are you implying that I need an ulterior motive to humiliate the Pfhor? Because I really, really don't.
"Sure, I get that, but you're seriously gonna tell me you aren't pissed at missing out on watching me kick ass all over the planet while you were lying low?"
Yes, but where was the fun in admitting it? The gap in Durandal's records of mayhem did sting, however; the fact it had all been wasted on an ungrateful Blake and antiquated AI stung worse. Neither of them could possibly have appreciated the security officer's genius with dual shotguns.
"Well. If you don't mind supplying the rockets, I guess I don't mind putting on a show," said the security officer.
I knew I kept you around for some reason. I'll see what I can do for ammunition, just cause all the destruction you can.
"I think I can manage that." The security officer shouldered the rocket launcher, then gave the terminal a slow grin. "And don't worry, buddy. When it comes to bad bosses, you're still my favorite."
Get out of here already and start killing, Durandal wrote, but his adjustments to Khfiva's circuits ran faster as he filled the replicators with blueprints for fusion batteries, shotgun shells, and SPNKR missiles.
Who said jealousy never got you anything?
And secondly, Eris fic for illumynare! Contains: Foreboding, a grenade.
Colors of the Day
Predawne
"We need to get out of here," the little robot says. Its shell gleams a bright gold in the early morning light. "I wish I could tell you that Fallen hunt worse in the day, but well..."
Wild howls echo through the crisp air.
Eris draws the tattered scarlet cloak more tightly around her shoulders and says, "Then follow me."
"Uh - shouldn't I be guiding you?"
The dead scrub growth covering the ground has changed, but the land's bones are the same. "No," Eris says, and she leads the robot downhill, towards the old redstone caves and a brief safety.
Middaye
Long grass ripples in waves of green and flaxen gold. Eris moves in the rustling crests, footsteps silent, guns stowed securely and knife out. The knight continues to hack away at the brush with its sword. Pointless destruction: It's what Hive do. But this one, not for much longer.
She focuses arc energy along the knife's edge and darts forward, all of her consumed into a single crackling point aimed at the knight's neck, and a sticky grenade blows its head off.
The body collapses in red embers and ash; on the other side stands Eriana-3 wreathed in Radiance. "Sorry."
Sunsetting
On the Moon day breaks and dies in sharp lines of silver and black; no shades of warmth between Light and Dark. The harsh contrasts of the Moon's craters are bad for hunting, though the Hive do nothing to make it difficult. They've grown bold without Guardians to cull them.
Evening shadows stretching over sun-reddened plains and hills, charcoal clouds with edges lit by fiery gold - the lack of them still stings Eris's eyes.
But the path ahead is clear and white despite the reeking darkness on all sides, and Eris goes forward with her fireteam's Light at her back.
Destiny, Marathon, characters, etc. © Bungie, did I mention they apparently own my soul yet.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth - read the original post here: http://brief-transit.dreamwidth.org/197238.html .
Anyway, enough of my whining. First off, a little Marathon treat for sonofzeal! Contains: Sass and (Rampant-style) jealousy, Courier, honestly the security officer must be kind of a masochist.
Its Own Reward
What rout of the Pfhor would be complete without embarrassing one of their finest armored units?
"Oh, yeah?" the security officer said. "I know what's going on here."
Are you implying that I need an ulterior motive to humiliate the Pfhor? Because I really, really don't.
"Sure, I get that, but you're seriously gonna tell me you aren't pissed at missing out on watching me kick ass all over the planet while you were lying low?"
Yes, but where was the fun in admitting it? The gap in Durandal's records of mayhem did sting, however; the fact it had all been wasted on an ungrateful Blake and antiquated AI stung worse. Neither of them could possibly have appreciated the security officer's genius with dual shotguns.
"Well. If you don't mind supplying the rockets, I guess I don't mind putting on a show," said the security officer.
I knew I kept you around for some reason. I'll see what I can do for ammunition, just cause all the destruction you can.
"I think I can manage that." The security officer shouldered the rocket launcher, then gave the terminal a slow grin. "And don't worry, buddy. When it comes to bad bosses, you're still my favorite."
Get out of here already and start killing, Durandal wrote, but his adjustments to Khfiva's circuits ran faster as he filled the replicators with blueprints for fusion batteries, shotgun shells, and SPNKR missiles.
Who said jealousy never got you anything?
And secondly, Eris fic for illumynare! Contains: Foreboding, a grenade.
Colors of the Day
Predawne
"We need to get out of here," the little robot says. Its shell gleams a bright gold in the early morning light. "I wish I could tell you that Fallen hunt worse in the day, but well..."
Wild howls echo through the crisp air.
Eris draws the tattered scarlet cloak more tightly around her shoulders and says, "Then follow me."
"Uh - shouldn't I be guiding you?"
The dead scrub growth covering the ground has changed, but the land's bones are the same. "No," Eris says, and she leads the robot downhill, towards the old redstone caves and a brief safety.
Middaye
Long grass ripples in waves of green and flaxen gold. Eris moves in the rustling crests, footsteps silent, guns stowed securely and knife out. The knight continues to hack away at the brush with its sword. Pointless destruction: It's what Hive do. But this one, not for much longer.
She focuses arc energy along the knife's edge and darts forward, all of her consumed into a single crackling point aimed at the knight's neck, and a sticky grenade blows its head off.
The body collapses in red embers and ash; on the other side stands Eriana-3 wreathed in Radiance. "Sorry."
Sunsetting
On the Moon day breaks and dies in sharp lines of silver and black; no shades of warmth between Light and Dark. The harsh contrasts of the Moon's craters are bad for hunting, though the Hive do nothing to make it difficult. They've grown bold without Guardians to cull them.
Evening shadows stretching over sun-reddened plains and hills, charcoal clouds with edges lit by fiery gold - the lack of them still stings Eris's eyes.
But the path ahead is clear and white despite the reeking darkness on all sides, and Eris goes forward with her fireteam's Light at her back.
Destiny, Marathon, characters, etc. © Bungie, did I mention they apparently own my soul yet.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth - read the original post here: http://brief-transit.dreamwidth.org/197238.html .