I'd Love to Change the World

Eyes Up, Guardian

Chapter 1

A/N: first Destiny fic is here! Obviously not everything will be exactly like the game as I want to explore some of my own ideas about the game. However, it will follow the general story of the game in terms of the quests, patrols, strikes, and raids of all expansions.

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It had been searching for weeks.

Scratch that. It had only been six days, but it certainly seemed longer.

Ghost searched high and low across the Cosmodrome for its lost Guardian. Nothing about this job was easy. While it could easily brave the harsh weather conditions, evading swarms of Fallen as it passed through various areas, well, that was a different story.

It was a grueling process, and being able to think for itself allowed it to doubt that it would ever find its Guardian. But Ghost knew that was impossible. Every single ghost had its own Guardian they were assigned to guide and help protect. This Guardian would be theirs for as long as either of them existed.

Ghost was looking for a female, a Warlock. It repetitively scanned the surface as it floated along, decomposed bodies scattered all around the Cosmodrome area. Some were full skeletons, and others had only a few bones remaining. Ghost often wondered what it must have been like to die out here, during or after the Collapse. But the worst part was that no one knew who they were. No one would know their name, what they enjoyed, what their personality was like. There was no memory left of these poor souls, forgotten for ages by now.

A ragged screech sounded from behind Ghost. It knew the Fallen had been following it ever since it got here. There was really no way to avoid them. Once the Cosmodrome fell all those years ago the Fallen instantly took it as their own.

"I need to find my Guardian," Ghost thought out loud. "They have to be here somewhere."

Ghost scanned the ground again, and this time, its scan blinked, and several beeps sounded, letting it know that its Guardian was near. Ghost went back into its archive for a moment, reviewing the information that had been presented about its Guardian. It was looking for one called Tatum. Tatum Elion. It was rare to have a known last name. For a ghost to receive one meant that the Guardian had known family, whether they were Guardians themselves or citizens of the Last City. The incredible fact alone was that this Tatum girl had a history and there were people who would remember her back in the city.

With another scan of the surface, a rapid beeping alerted Ghost that it had found the place of its Guardian. There was a mound in the dirt, and once Ghost had zapped all the debris, leaves, and dirt away, it saw its Guardian for the first time.

It took a few attempts to jump-start the Guardian to consciousness, and once Ghost did, the young woman shot up, taking rapid breaths as her grey eyes darted all around, trying to adjust to her surroundings.

"Eyes up, Guardian," Ghost said, focusing on her.

She was young, no more than eighteen. The harsh wind whipped through her shaggy, short brown hair. Ghost could see she was confused. And who wouldn't be?

"Wh-Where am I?" she asked.

"In the Cosmodrome," Ghost responded as if it was the simplest thing. It started conjuring the basic armor Tatum would need if she wanted to survive. It didn't have any advanced materials, just the earth surrounding it, thus a simple helmet and sets of leg, arm, and chest armor were made. They would provide basic protection and support for life, but nothing more than that.