Lore Snippet 1

An Encounter with The Drifter

The invader guardian let out a scream, her bones cracking just as loudly, "F-Fuck you you ether slurping freak!"

Kasgan sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all-"

"And fuck that Fallen fucking guardian of yours who calls herself a Kell-" The warlock hit the wall, blast after blast of Kasgan's own shotgun ripping through her chest.

"Daaaamn! You sent that Guardian back to her team so fast! Is there anything left of her!?" The Drifter sounded through Kasgan's comm. "Now do me a favor and bank them motes, pretty, pretty please, you ugly ass thing you."

Kasgan snarled, noticing the darkness gathering closer.

"Glad that's a mess I don't have to clean up..." Sheera whispered. "Ah!" She gasp when Kasgan swiped her from the air. He took off running toward the glowing depository, free from enemies.

"Stop exposing yourself here." The Archon mumbled to his Ghost. In his free hand was a single massive mote that 15 had combined into, and he lodged it straight into the bank.

He was turning his head when he noticed ebony strands pulling together, like a backwards waterfall, whirling upward and forming together.

The ground shook and the biggest Taken Knight that Kasgan had ever seen stepped forth from the Darkness, bellowing his appearance.

The Archon Priest felt something inside him pulling, tugging him toward the creature, and then a bright light. He looked down to see the Warlock on his fireteam nod toward him, his Radiance surrounding the Archon and the two hunters with them.

Hunching forward, Kasgan took a deep breath, ether filling his lungs. An embedded instinct within him began to surface, and he couldn't help himself as he threw his head back and bellowed a roar.

The Taken immediately turned toward Kasgan, and nothing was going to change its focus as this point.

"Get the big guy, we got the envoys!" The Huntress shouted as she rushed toward one of the screaming wizards.

Fire engulfed the Archon Priest from the feet up, and in his arms formed a massive and mighty maul.

The first metallic sound of it coming in contact with the Knight was of it crashing upwards into its jaw, throwing the beast backwards.

It stumbled, reaching up for its face, calling upon more of its little minions.

A slam to the ground by Kasgan's maul sent the Taken thrall scattering from him, and then the Archon roared again, as the Knight regained its balance.

Stomping forward, Kasgan braced himself for the blast, allowing his flaming weapon to take the blunt of the blow. But when he lowered it the Knight was swooping down at him, grabbing the Eliksni by the arm and tearing him from his stance on the ground.

Kasgan dropped his maul, and wrapped his limbs around the Knights arm, clinging for a moment as the confused Taken tried slinging him away.

"What the hell are you doing!?" The Drifter spoke to Kasgan. "Man you things really are like insects. But he's got that nice grip on your arm...."

Knowing the Drifter was right, Kasgan couldn't get his arm out of the Knights grip. He quickly glanced around seeing the only one envoy, but watching as she dissolved into nothingness.

Gritting his teeth, Kasgan whispered, "Sheera..."

"I got you, don't worry." Sheera replied against her Guardian's neck.

Deep from within the Eliksni's chest came around rumbling roar, and he twisted his body, ripping his primary arm straight from the shoulder and out of its socket. Blue blood began spewing upwards, and he screamed again, swinging down from the Taken Knight and landing on his feet.

Kasgan staggered from the pain, his own blood landing across his horns, face and mask. And then with the help of a wave of adrenaline and Light, the Archon jumped upwards.

An arrow whizzed past him, hitting the Knight directly in the forehead, and tangled webs of void energy locked the Taken in place.

It was perfect.

Pulling his shotgun back into his hands, the Archon Priest pounded bullet after bullet of flaming pellets into the Knights face. He felt the heat of some other Light and realized the other Hunter was shooting it as well.

Watching it flail back, Kasgan landed on its chest, taking the Primeval straight to the ground, and didn't stop firing until there was nothing but wisps fluttering upwards into the air.

All was silent except one more flaming bullet that blazed past the Archon's face.

Kasgan turned, eyes wide, and the Hunter who fired was quickly lowering his Golden Gun.

"S-Sorry! I didn't realize I had one left." They called out.

"Hunters..." Kasgan growled with a shake of his head. He looked up as Sheera began healing him and then noticed a glowing yellow engram rolling toward him.

Reaching down he picked it up, and then tossed it back to the Hunter that almost shot him. "Take it. Maybe you'll learn to aim a little better with whatever that has for you."

Instantly the Warlock and two Hunters began fussing about who should really have the engram.

Kasgan, however was pulled back to the Derelict, and straight to the Drifter.

"DAAAAAYUM!" Drifter shouted, almost startling Kasgan.

"Are you okay?" Leiayrah rushed over to her Archon and sighed in relief seeing Sheera had already mostly healed him and replaced his arm.

"I'm fine." Kasgan spoke, swooping his Kell up with a secondary arm and keeping her close to his side.

"What was the point of this anyway?" The Drifter looked at the two. "Leiayrah, why didn't you fight?"

"I didn't want to. Kasgan said he wanted to try it." She simply shrugged.

"Yeaaaah... not fishy at all. But I don't know what you could have done. But you got me motes! Lots of them! And watching you fight that Primeval is going to be embedded into my mind for a looong, long time." Drifter pointed to his forehead. "So! Uh... Kas... Kas, whatever your name is, anytime you wanna come back-" He spread his arms. "I'm right here. It'll be fun!"

Kasgan frowned behind his face mask, though the Drifter did not see. "...Thanks..." He turned his attention to Leiayrah, and then their Ghost's pulled them through a transmat to their Ketch that floated in orbit with the Drifters Derelict.

"I got it." Kasgan said as he walked along the halls to the main port. He held up the stolen mote and Leiayrah took it, eyeing it.

"Odd. It's small. So small." Leiayrah tilted her head. "But thank you... let's get this to the Praxic Order..."