After an unknown portal opens up in the Black Garden, a lone Titan enters a new and unknown territory. With no communication to the Vanguard, he must become the guardian of Vale.
60 engrams on two Titans and not a single one contained the chest piece. I have literally multiple copies of everything else but zero chestpieces.
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But regardless of this, I myself enjoy the Titan's new armor. Even made a dark version of it. Sorry about this, but I hope you enjoy the story anyway.
Austin's POV. The Tower.
The group sat around a massive bonfire in the middle of the new Tower, listening to Qrow's stories as they ate noodles courtesy of the Ramen shop. As other Guardians followed their lead, I sat near them, watching them as Amanda Holliday worked on attaching the prosthesis to my arm. With my armor destroyed, I ended up wearing baggy sweats and a t-shirt, bandages wrapped around my abdomen underneath.
Holliday: Hell of a job back there, but with you and Cayde, I outta start billing you two for this.
Austin: Right, cause I have a mountain of Glimmer in the sh-OW!
She pinched a few nerves on my arm.
Austin: Okay! Fine. I get it.
Holliday: There. You paid your dues.
Zavala and the other Vanguards approached me with mixed views. Cayde showed excitement, which is usually his normal mood; Zavala showed no emotion, which again was normal; But Ikora showed a bit of sadness, guilt even.
Cayde: So how's the arm?
I moved the titanium white prosthetic arm around, twiddling my fingers as it felt more real than fake.
Austin: It works.
Cayde: Seriously? That's all you have to say? I on the other hand enjoy mine.
Holliday: Never thought I would hear a conversation about prosthetics. Anyways the job's done Guardian.
Austin: Thanks.
She started walking back to the hangar as Zavala spoke.
Zavala: We're glad that you're getting better Titan.
Austin: Yeah it's been a pain to move.
I stood up and began to stretch as Ikora informed me of some news.
Ikora: We have some news for your friends Guardian.
Austin: Good or bad?
She remained silent.
Oh no.
Austin: What is it Ikora?
Ikora: Your friend may hold this against me, but we have no other choice.
Austin: What are you talking about?
Zavala: We know that you're planning to go back to Remnant; To help them in their Civil War. Ikora promised them our support.
