Zealot’s Reward
Zealot’s Reward Lore: “Why not use these gifts we’ve been given?” —Yardarm-4, Titan of the Kentarch 3 Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Suspendisse dignissim urna dui, quis posuere magna tincidunt eu. Nam vitae pulvinar dui, a auctor ex. Morbi in aliquet magna. Maecenas luctus dui ac tellus volutpat tempor. Quisque at vehicula lacus, in molestie tellus. Duis consequat odio sit amet posuere pulvinar. Quisque sapien ex, porttitor eget imperdiet eu, varius quis nibh. Praesent id rhoncus dui. Duis nunc ex, accumsan quis fringilla ut, scelerisque eu lectus. Sed tristique non elit sed porttitor. Etiam scelerisque elit mi, et bibendum metus egestas vitae. Proin a purus a ligula eleifend eleifend. Proin nec molestie odio. Proin tincidunt neque congue enim sodales eleifend a et velit. Sed mollis quis dolor ut semper. Phasellus nisi lacus, egestas sed lectus a, finibus lacinia massa. Nulla consectetur nibh quis varius porta. Donec ac dui id ex ultrices lobortis. Pellentesque lacinia erat vel massa ultricies, eget feugiat neque fermentum. Nam vestibulum metus ac est dignissim rutrum. Sed aliquet egestas turpis, ac molestie urna fringilla et. Vivamus ut mauris pretium ante aliquet dapibus. Morbi a pellentesque massa. In nibh leo, tincidunt gravida urna at, suscipit finibus turpis. Duis sed dictum dolor. Etiam tincidunt mauris nec turpis volutpat dictum. Maecenas a varius velit. Aliquam sit amet ex nec nunc viverra sollicitudin non ac nunc. Aliquam in turpis sed justo tempor eleifend at.
Glacioclasm
Glacioclasm Lore: Clear and cold, forever. Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Suspendisse dignissim urna dui, quis posuere magna tincidunt eu. Nam vitae pulvinar dui, a auctor ex. Morbi in aliquet magna. Maecenas luctus dui ac tellus volutpat tempor. Quisque at vehicula lacus, in molestie tellus. Duis consequat odio sit amet posuere pulvinar. Quisque sapien ex, porttitor eget imperdiet eu, varius quis nibh. Praesent id rhoncus dui. Duis nunc ex, accumsan quis fringilla ut, scelerisque eu lectus. Sed tristique non elit sed porttitor. Etiam scelerisque elit mi, et bibendum metus egestas vitae. Proin a purus a ligula eleifend eleifend. Proin nec molestie odio. Proin tincidunt neque congue enim sodales eleifend a et velit. Sed mollis quis dolor ut semper. Phasellus nisi lacus, egestas sed lectus a, finibus lacinia massa. Nulla consectetur nibh quis varius porta. Donec ac dui id ex ultrices lobortis. Pellentesque lacinia erat vel massa ultricies, eget feugiat neque fermentum. Nam vestibulum metus ac est dignissim rutrum. Sed aliquet egestas turpis, ac molestie urna fringilla et. Vivamus ut mauris pretium ante aliquet dapibus. Morbi a pellentesque massa. In nibh leo, tincidunt gravida urna at, suscipit finibus turpis. Duis sed dictum dolor. Etiam tincidunt mauris nec turpis volutpat dictum. Maecenas a varius velit. Aliquam sit amet ex nec nunc viverra sollicitudin non ac nunc. Aliquam in turpis sed justo tempor eleifend at.
Reckless Oracle
Reckless Oracle Lore: “Knowing how it ends isn’t the same as wanting it to be over.” —Rekkana, Warlock of the Kentarch 3 Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Suspendisse dignissim urna dui, quis posuere magna tincidunt eu. Nam vitae pulvinar dui, a auctor ex. Morbi in aliquet magna. Maecenas luctus dui ac tellus volutpat tempor. Quisque at vehicula lacus, in molestie tellus. Duis consequat odio sit amet posuere pulvinar. Quisque sapien ex, porttitor eget imperdiet eu, varius quis nibh. Praesent id rhoncus dui. Duis nunc ex, accumsan quis fringilla ut, scelerisque eu lectus. Sed tristique non elit sed porttitor. Etiam scelerisque elit mi, et bibendum metus egestas vitae. Proin a purus a ligula eleifend eleifend. Proin nec molestie odio. Proin tincidunt neque congue enim sodales eleifend a et velit. Sed mollis quis dolor ut semper. Phasellus nisi lacus, egestas sed lectus a, finibus lacinia massa. Nulla consectetur nibh quis varius porta. Donec ac dui id ex ultrices lobortis. Pellentesque lacinia erat vel massa ultricies, eget feugiat neque fermentum. Nam vestibulum metus ac est dignissim rutrum. Sed aliquet egestas turpis, ac molestie urna fringilla et. Vivamus ut mauris pretium ante aliquet dapibus. Morbi a pellentesque massa. In nibh leo, tincidunt gravida urna at, suscipit finibus turpis. Duis sed dictum dolor. Etiam tincidunt mauris nec turpis volutpat dictum. Maecenas a varius velit. Aliquam sit amet ex nec nunc viverra sollicitudin non ac nunc. Aliquam in turpis sed justo tempor eleifend at.
Choir of One
Choir of One Lore: A voice. A choice. An invitation. The Vex Goblin waded into the lake of radiolaria with the same unerring purpose to which it approached all things. As directed, as designed. Its own mass of radiolaria crawled and coiled through its body like worms through the thick soil of Nessus. Its Mind was elsewhere, the great roots of thought buried deep into it and every other Vex enslaved beneath it. The soft shimmer of white enveloped the Vex up to its knee joint. Then a hand reached out to it. The Vex felt a press against its cranium. A thumbprint. An activation code. Biometric data. The radiolaria inside it lit up with activity and noise, burning through its metal body. Then, disarticulated. It trembled and fell apart; limbs unjoined, chassis cracked and curled. A globule of radiolaria disseminated throughout the lake, reclaimed. But something called it to rise. Then, rejoined. Its pieces slotted together and moved flawlessly. It rose steadily, balanced, formed with utter perfection. The radiolaria slid from its body in droplets that separated, reformed, separated, reformed. Each one a mind. Each mind a thought. The Vex felt the soft split of its own mind as that thought sharpened in its cranium. A burst of light. A sharp spark. A choice. It looked to its creator and bowed. Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac,
Faith-Keeper
Faith-Keeper Lore: Never falter, never break. ACCESS: RESTRICTED DECRYPTION KEY: 73XK5V2PG1$AUN-326 REP #: 18020-VIP-2029 AGENT(S): IKO-006 SUBJ: Eliksni Quarter VIPs 1. We’ve intercepted an internal communication within the Eliksni Quarter between VIP #1889, the Spider, formerly known as the Baron of the Tangled Shore, and prior to that, Rakis of the House of Wolves, and VIP #4143, Eido, Scribe of the House of Light and adoptive daughter of VIP #3987, Mithrax, “Kell of Light.” The conversation regards VIP #2029, Eramis the Shipstealer. 2. This communication between #4143 and #1889 took place over an encrypted connection between a Botza District terminal and a personal datapad owned by #4143. It was not difficult to access. Security protocols should be reviewed and relayed to #3987 to avoid any future external data breach. 3. Communication has been transcribed below. Background noise and nonverbal communication is described in annotations. SPI: Scribe. EID: Spider. SPI: Well, now that we’ve gotten the pleasantries out of the way… Note: Here the recording captures two seconds of muffled noise and an indistinct sound, possibly of several large, heavy objects dropped on a tile floor. EID: Now’s not a good time. SPI: I don’t care. I know what you’re up to. You’re not covering your tracks, and the Vanguard won’t like you looking into Eramis’s whereabouts. Note: Here the recording captures approximately three seconds of silence. EID: W-Well… I can’t imagine the Vanguard would like what you’re doing, either! Shall I tell them? SPI: Hah! Is this your first blackmail? Very sloppy, little Scribe. Come now, we’re past this. You know I have your best interests at heart. Note: Here the recording captures one second of short, barked laughter from VIP #4143. EID: I don’t believe— SPI: That’s not my problem. Why are you looking for Eramis? I’ve told you she isn’t listening. EID: Eramiskel has lost a great deal of support— SPI: Yes, yes. Her House is in shambles. What else? EID: I had hoped— SPI: This again? EID: I had HOPED— SPI: She’s gone. For good this time. No House, no Witness. And from what I hear, even Xivu Arath has given up on her. EID: That’s precisely why— SPI: Do you know your father talked to me about this obsession of yours? He wants this to stop, but he also knows you won’t listen to him. EID: What? But she saved his life! SPI: And the debt is paid. Give up, Eido! It’s pathetic. She doesn’t care about you. She never has. Note: Here the recording captures eleven seconds of high-pitched wheezes punctuated by a staccato clicking noise from VIP #4143. SPI: Don’t—I didn’t— EID: You might not see the good in people, but I do. And I will never give that up. I don’t want to live in a world where no one can change, and nothing can get better. Eramis needs to know that, and I won’t stop trying to tell her. Note: Here the recording captures two seconds of a rolling, filtered sigh from VIP #1889. Communication ceases. 4. I advise continuing to monitor #4143’s personal logs. Any unauthorized and unsupervised contact with House Salvation could have dire consequences. 5. Additionally, I advise approaching EKS-443 for greater cultural context on Eliksni non-verbal communication. MESSAGE ENDS Discover More Weapons Here
Chronophage
Chronophage Lore: It will always finish what it started. “Banshee, my friend!” Saint-14 exclaimed with open arms. The gunsmith put down the weapon he was holding and turned to Saint. A strange look passed over his face before he nodded in recognition. “Saint,” he said. “When did you get back?” “Ah,” Saint replied. “Today. Was short trip from Nessus.” “No, I mean…” Banshee said, then shook his head. “That’s right. Nessus. Vanguard sending you there now?” “Yes,” Saint said. “Come, come. Let us speak.” The Titan beckoned the other Exo from behind his workstation, and together they walked towards the overlook, the City bright and shining beneath them. Saint leaned over the railing, deep in thought. “We were looking for an anomaly. It is waking up Nessus and making it change. Ikora is still investigating. Something is going on.” Saint tapped his fist on the overlook railing. “And more! Vex behaving strangely. Radiolaria moving down through the planet. Is very bad. Ikora thinks it must be because of the anomaly.” “You worried about the Vex?” Banshee asked. “Yes,” Saint said, leaning forward, his voice dropping, “And it is not just the Vex. Radiolaria is in our heads, too, my Exo brother. Clarity, the Darkness, the Deep Stone Crypt. All of it is still part of us. If the Vex are acting strangely, who is to say what will happen?” “Well,” Banshee said. “It’s not like I’m going to Nessus.” “No, I do not recommend it,” Saint said with a small laugh. “It is no good for tourism! Even if Failsafe is very welcoming.” “Failsafe?” “Ah, yes. Golden Age AI. Very chatty. I like her.” “I remember now. Yeah. Cayde told me about her. I…” Banshee looked down, thinking. “Cayde’s back, isn’t he? Just like you.” Saint shook his head. “No. Not like me.” “Oh…” Banshee trailed off, eyes on the horizon. The Traveler was no longer there. He looked up to the sky, confused by the whorls of color he saw. Saint noticed his look of confusion, then followed Banshee’s gaze. The Titan rested a comforting hand on Banshee’s shoulder. “It’s all right, Banshee,” Saint said gently. “Take your time. We do not need to talk. It is pleasant to be here, looking out on the City with you. I think I will do it more often.” Banshee shook his head and smiled. “Be careful out there, Saint,” he said. “We need you.” Discover More Weapons Here
Shayura’s Wrath (Adept)
Shayura’s Wrath (Adept) Lore: “But here you are. This is truly a beginning…” —Shin Malphur //NS66CE _LOG-C //VENUS-L2 -GEOSYNC// A powerless Warsat drifts lifelessly through the void of space, traversing the brilliant yellow-green silhouette of Venus. From the dimly lit cockpit of an NS66 Cloud Errant jumpship in geosynchronous orbit, Venus looks like an unblinking eye staring up from the dark of space, and the Warsat an unwelcome grain of sand within it. A Ghost reduced to little more than a bare sphere of metal, deprived of a shell, hovers in the corner of the cockpit, watching the Warsat track its path across lonely Venus. “There are no sanctioned Vanguard operations on Venus at present,” the Ghost clarifies, pivoting its cold blue eye up to its Guardian. “Why do you think he’s down there?” The Warlock Shayura reclines against her seat, the old leather creaking. Her attention is not on her Ghost, but rather the Human skull sitting in the middle of her command console. Its hollow eye sockets stare back at her. “It hardly matters why he’s there,” Shayura indicates listlessly as she examines the skull’s cheekbones. Her fingers graze the microfractures—an artifact of Shotgun pellet impact. “All that matters is we find him.” Shayura’s Ghost looks away from her and focuses on Venus’s soft glow in the dark. “When will you be returning to Earth?” he asks. Shayura doesn’t vocalize a response, but instead blinks and reorients her glowing-eyed stare on the Ghost. It beeps softly, reconsidering the question. “Will you?” the Ghost still wonders. “No,” Shayura answers flatly. “There is nothing to go back to. Everyone has either abandoned me or betrayed me. All I have left is the Traveler. And I do not need to be in the City to feel the Light.” As she says that, Shayura lifts her hand and calls up a rolling curtain of flame from her palm. “Praxic Fire guides me,” Shayura says with the blaze reflecting in her eyes. //NS66CE_LOG-D// VENUS-IS -IA // “You see? Still protected. Valuable.” Hurrying up a shallow set of rubble-strewn steps, a short Eliksni bearing the crest of the House of Light pauses, gazing back at the chrome-armored Guardian moving up the steps behind him. The Eliksni looks the Guardian up and down, then motions to the stark silhouette of a gray concrete-block building rising up from the Venusian overgrowth. “This ain’t the academy proper,” the Guardian says on ascent, watching the hazy sky for signs of danger. Moisture clings in glistening beads to his reflective mask; his dark hood shields him from the rest of the elements. “The hell was this place?” The Eliksni tilts his head to the side, four eyes blinking independently from one another. “Not Human, don’t know. But machine inside.” “Why aren’t your people bringing it back? Don’t you folks get promotions for finding good salvage or something?” the Guardian asks, gesturing to the crumbling building. The Eliksni once again tilts his head, expression opaque. “You listen to the Spider’s sneak-words too eagerly. Come, we have a long walk to—” The Eliksni’s words are cut off, garbled in a wet scream as he is perforated by a barrage of Submachine Gun fire. The Guardian turns, cloak swirling behind him and Hand Cannon at the ready. But it isn’t Vex or Fallen descending from the high cliffs—it’s a Guardian in black and gold armor gliding to the ground, smoke issuing from the muzzle of her SMG. Shayura’s boots lightly touch the leaf-strewn plaza, her eyeless mask fixed on the chrome-clad Hunter. “He wasn’t a combatant!” the Hunter shouts. Shayura slowly approaches the Guardian. “Did you find him within the hem of Eramis’s skirt? Or did you swear yourself to the Darkness after her passing?” The Hunter backs away, up the stairs, Hand Cannon trained on Shayura. He recognizes her armor for what it is—a reward of the Trials. “I know you…” His voice quavers. “You shouldn’t be here. When did the Vanguard let you out?” “They didn’t. I let myself out since they were too busy opening the gates for our enemies,” Shayura indicates, motioning with the barrel of her SMG to the dead Eliksni. “But, you know why I’m here .” “I know you’re a few rounds short of a full clip,” the Guardian quips back, making a flippant gesture with his Hand Cannon. In that moment of distraction, Shayura shoots him six times in two short bursts. The Guardian collapses, his gun tumbling down the steps. A moment later, his Ghost materializes, shell flared in anger. “What are you doing?! We—” Shayura moves like a lightning bolt, materializing beside the Ghost with an upward flourish of a sword of raw Praxic Fire. The Ghost looses a howling scream of horror as he shatters into a flurry of glittering pieces. Crumpled on the stairs, the Hunter coughs, his throat damp with blood. Shayura pulls her attention away from the shattered Ghost, training her SMG down at her quarry. “Traitor,” she says in a shaky, gasping breath fueled by adrenaline. The Hunter laughs, gagging on his own blood as he does. “You’re no better than the Dredgen ,” he says, in pain. Then, even quieter, “…or Malphur .” “I killed an agent of the Darkness,” Shayura says, and the Hunter has no rebuttal this time. He is still. Bile rises in the back of Shayura’s throat. “They come in many forms.” Discover More Weapons Here
Shayura’s Wrath
Shayura’s Wrath Lore: “But here you are. This is truly a beginning…” —Shin Malphur //NS66CE _LOG-C //VENUS-L2 -GEOSYNC// A powerless Warsat drifts lifelessly through the void of space, traversing the brilliant yellow-green silhouette of Venus. From the dimly lit cockpit of an NS66 Cloud Errant jumpship in geosynchronous orbit, Venus looks like an unblinking eye staring up from the dark of space, and the Warsat an unwelcome grain of sand within it. A Ghost reduced to little more than a bare sphere of metal, deprived of a shell, hovers in the corner of the cockpit, watching the Warsat track its path across lonely Venus. “There are no sanctioned Vanguard operations on Venus at present,” the Ghost clarifies, pivoting its cold blue eye up to its Guardian. “Why do you think he’s down there?” The Warlock Shayura reclines against her seat, the old leather creaking. Her attention is not on her Ghost, but rather the Human skull sitting in the middle of her command console. Its hollow eye sockets stare back at her. “It hardly matters why he’s there,” Shayura indicates listlessly as she examines the skull’s cheekbones. Her fingers graze the microfractures—an artifact of Shotgun pellet impact. “All that matters is we find him.” Shayura’s Ghost looks away from her and focuses on Venus’s soft glow in the dark. “When will you be returning to Earth?” he asks. Shayura doesn’t vocalize a response, but instead blinks and reorients her glowing-eyed stare on the Ghost. It beeps softly, reconsidering the question. “Will you?” the Ghost still wonders. “No,” Shayura answers flatly. “There is nothing to go back to. Everyone has either abandoned me or betrayed me. All I have left is the Traveler. And I do not need to be in the City to feel the Light.” As she says that, Shayura lifts her hand and calls up a rolling curtain of flame from her palm. “Praxic Fire guides me,” Shayura says with the blaze reflecting in her eyes. //NS66CE_LOG-D// VENUS-IS -IA // “You see? Still protected. Valuable.” Hurrying up a shallow set of rubble-strewn steps, a short Eliksni bearing the crest of the House of Light pauses, gazing back at the chrome-armored Guardian moving up the steps behind him. The Eliksni looks the Guardian up and down, then motions to the stark silhouette of a gray concrete-block building rising up from the Venusian overgrowth. “This ain’t the academy proper,” the Guardian says on ascent, watching the hazy sky for signs of danger. Moisture clings in glistening beads to his reflective mask; his dark hood shields him from the rest of the elements. “The hell was this place?” The Eliksni tilts his head to the side, four eyes blinking independently from one another. “Not Human, don’t know. But machine inside.” “Why aren’t your people bringing it back? Don’t you folks get promotions for finding good salvage or something?” the Guardian asks, gesturing to the crumbling building. The Eliksni once again tilts his head, expression opaque. “You listen to the Spider’s sneak-words too eagerly. Come, we have a long walk to—” The Eliksni’s words are cut off, garbled in a wet scream as he is perforated by a barrage of Submachine Gun fire. The Guardian turns, cloak swirling behind him and Hand Cannon at the ready. But it isn’t Vex or Fallen descending from the high cliffs—it’s a Guardian in black and gold armor gliding to the ground, smoke issuing from the muzzle of her SMG. Shayura’s boots lightly touch the leaf-strewn plaza, her eyeless mask fixed on the chrome-clad Hunter. “He wasn’t a combatant!” the Hunter shouts. Shayura slowly approaches the Guardian. “Did you find him within the hem of Eramis’s skirt? Or did you swear yourself to the Darkness after her passing?” The Hunter backs away, up the stairs, Hand Cannon trained on Shayura. He recognizes her armor for what it is—a reward of the Trials. “I know you…” His voice quavers. “You shouldn’t be here. When did the Vanguard let you out?” “They didn’t. I let myself out since they were too busy opening the gates for our enemies,” Shayura indicates, motioning with the barrel of her SMG to the dead Eliksni. “But, you know why I’m here .” “I know you’re a few rounds short of a full clip,” the Guardian quips back, making a flippant gesture with his Hand Cannon. In that moment of distraction, Shayura shoots him six times in two short bursts. The Guardian collapses, his gun tumbling down the steps. A moment later, his Ghost materializes, shell flared in anger. “What are you doing?! We—” Shayura moves like a lightning bolt, materializing beside the Ghost with an upward flourish of a sword of raw Praxic Fire. The Ghost looses a howling scream of horror as he shatters into a flurry of glittering pieces. Crumpled on the stairs, the Hunter coughs, his throat damp with blood. Shayura pulls her attention away from the shattered Ghost, training her SMG down at her quarry. “Traitor,” she says in a shaky, gasping breath fueled by adrenaline. The Hunter laughs, gagging on his own blood as he does. “You’re no better than the Dredgen ,” he says, in pain. Then, even quieter, “…or Malphur .” “I killed an agent of the Darkness,” Shayura says, and the Hunter has no rebuttal this time. He is still. Bile rises in the back of Shayura’s throat. “They come in many forms.” Discover More Weapons Here
Embraced Identity
Embraced Identity Lore: “Your friend…” A cutting laser bathes frost-caked steel in sparks of molten metal. The light burns orange, tracing an elliptical path until the section of bulkhead can be pushed away. It lands on the floor of the chamber with a resounding clang, dislodging icicles from the ceiling in a heavy indoor snowfall. Micah-10 slides through the still-glowing opening, surveying the ice-encrusted facility beyond the breach. What she finds is a labyrinth of catwalks, debris-blocked corridors, and still-functioning machinery dating back to the age before the Collapse. An hour into the guts of the Europan facility, Micah’s Ghost springs up over her shoulder in a crackle of light. “The power conduits converge in a room just past here,” she says, shining a light on a nearby door that glitters with hoarfrost. “Thank you, Mihaylova.” Micah gently knocks her helmet against her Ghost. With a steady hand, she scrapes away the frost from the door, revealing a BrayTech logo stenciled on its surface. She and Mihaylova share a look of trepidation. Then with tremendous strength, Micah wrenches the frozen door open and steps into the data center. It takes hours to scan the racks for operational data, and even longer to sort out corrupted files from salvageable ones. But it isn’t salvage Micah is here for. An icy sheen has collected on both Micah and Mihaylova in the time they’ve spent scanning the archive, processing thousands of files, searching for a single one without the benefit of a functioning index. A needle in a haystack. Until… The soft gasp that escapes from Micah tells her Ghost the search is over. Micah immediately pulls a cable from the back of her neck, spooling it out to interface with the archive. She loads the file she’d been searching for. The one she’d hoped for. The answer. Her answer. =============== EXOMIND PROJECT File: [index number corrupt] Age: 17, Gender: F, Height: 167 cm, Weight: 54 kg, Class: A6 (Resident) ================= Micah rests her hand on the flickering screen displaying the file. A partial record of a lifetime, fragments of the past… pieces of her. Pieces of identity. Of self. Answers to the dreams that have haunted her since Mihaylova first woke her up. Permission be damned. “It’s nice to meet you…” She whispers, beginning the download, “Micah Abram.” Discover More Weapons Here
Claws of the Wolf
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