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Hung Jury SR4
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Hammerhead
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Falling Guillotine
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Mara Sov stepped lightly. She knew that nothing short of gunfire could disrupt the Cryptarchs' meditation, yet she was still loathe to disturb the uncanny silence of the Hygiea Division's libraries. She approached a raised dais, where Cryptarch Sjalla held a glowing engram in her hands. It pulsed faintly in time with her heartbeat. "The queen wears a question on her face," Sjalla stated, her expression impassive. "You see beyond sight, as always," Queen Mara replied. "What will happen when the Darkness of the Witness comingles with the Light of the Traveler?" The Cryptarch set the engram aside and held her hands out, palms up. "Some believe that Light and Darkness are opposites. Contradictory. Irreconcilable." "But we know better." Sjalla brought her hands together in a sharp clap. "When Light and Dark merge, they form something more." Her fingers intertwined. "A synthesis. Stronger than either alone. Powerful… like the Awoken." "And like our people," she concluded, "its form will arise from memories of the forgotten. Those who witnessed the end…and return as a beginning."
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Empress Caiatl strolled between rows of Legionaries standing at attention. "I commend you, Valus Saladin." The empress projected her voice for the benefit of the soldiers. "Your training has made the Iron War Beasts the very tusks of the empire." Caiatl returned to the head of the formation and gave a nod. Saladin's gravelly voice boomed. "Armor and weapons will be stripped and stowed. Hand-to-hand training begins in two cycles. Fall out." Once the soldiers had dispersed, the empress's tone softened. "Your soldiers are exemplary. Yet you seem… unsatisfied." "Many years ago," Saladin replied, "at Twilight Gap, I gave an order that was disobeyed." "A rash attack?" The empress inquired. Saladin shook his head. "The opposite. A retreat." "In retrospect, it was a mistake," he continued. "If not for my soldiers' insubordination, we would have lost." "I drilled the Iron War Beasts on Darkness-based tactics from the Hive to Clovis Bray and back again," Saladin concluded. "I just hope that when their time comes, they have the strength of conviction to defy the Light with equal ferocity."
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Devrim was surrounded as soon as he arrived in Neu Turbach. Villagers patted him on the arms, children tugged at his fatigues, and homemade treats were stuffed into his pockets. Each one thanked him in their own way. Eventually the village leader, Joacham, led him to a small homestead. A spread of tea and sweet pastries were laid out. Devrim was honored—tea and sugar were rare commodities this far from the City. "We expect another offensive in the coming weeks," Devrim advised. "We suggest you start preparing immediately." Joacham grinned. "We have been preparing ever since the last attack. We now have trip wires, barricades, and even an auto turret!" Devrim's chest swelled with pride. It was not long ago that he'd taught these same villagers to defend themselves against Shadow Legion captors. At the time, he'd wondered whether they would last the winter. Now, they were stronger than ever. "Would you like to see the upgrades?" Joacham offered. Devrim beamed. "Nothing would make me happier."
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Succession
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Article: A Consensus for the Rest of Us
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Article: Hot Off the Shelf
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Allies: Tower—Empress Caiatl
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Grimoire: Allies—Eliksni
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Article: Visitors Out of Dreams—Changing Reef Relations
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"Per your request, Lord Shaxx." The VEIST rep waved two fingers toward a nearby frame, which prompted it to open the metal suitcase on the table. "Similar to your original design," the rep continued, "with a few choice additions from our engineering team." She picked a speck of lint from the lapel of her couture jacket as she spoke. Shaxx examined the compact submachine gun, encased snugly in contoured foam. Seeing the weapon's profile stung him with memories, like an arrow through the shoulder. "It's magnificent," he declared softly. "She would have loved it." For a moment, the former Warlord seemed lost in fond reverie. The VEIST rep sat motionless at first, not wishing to disturb the legendary Titan's rare display of vulnerability. But then she decided to press her advantage. "I hear the former Queen's Wrath was an impressive woman," she prompted. Lord Shaxx blinked, and the tenderness vanished from his eyes. He slammed the case shut. "Give my compliments to your engineers," he replied gruffly.
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They called her the Roamer because she'd never lived in the City. In the bad old days, before Takanome's Rangers, Tamsin didn't hide behind any wall. She stood two meters high, tall enough to ride her stolen Pike. She was no Guardian, not even Awoken. She was plain Human, like you and me, they say. Tamsin could go toe-to-toe with a Vandal. Tamsin wore larger boots than Shaxx, and her coat was so big that a family of six could use it as a blanket. Tamsin wouldn't stay put. She'd visit for a night, spin her stories, eat everyone out of house and home, and take off again. When you hear a tapping outside on windy nights—so they tell the kids down in Peregrine—that's no tree branch. That's no owl. That's Tamsin looking for a traveling companion. And if you open the door to her, she'll take you to the stars. City Center Library Anthropology – folklore – Dead Orbit foundation myths.
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Grimoire: Eris Morn—Hive God of Vengeance
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Grimoire: The Ironwood Tree
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Grimoire: The City—Onslaught
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Grimoire: Enemies—Reaver Vandal
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Article: A Darker Hour? Looking Back at the Great Disaster
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Grimoire: BRAVE Arsenal
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Article: Down on the Farm
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Grimoire: The City—Praxic Order
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Article: United in Hope—Our Neighbors in Neomuna
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"THIS PLACE HAS THE BEST SAKE!" The Titan bellowed. The Warlock beside him grunted in assent. Araito chuckled to himself from his unseen position at the grill. His family's sake was fermented inside a discarded Servitor. The distinctive tang came from rust and Ether. "We should enjoy it while we can," the Warlock replied. "Might not get many more chances." "FEAR NOT," his dining companion declared. "We'll find a way into the portal." Araito thought he recognized the Titan's booming voice but couldn't place it. The cook was struck by how strained it sounded. "And once we do, we'll RIP THE WITNESS'S HEAD RIGHT OFF. Smoke and all. Just like I did to that carper, Felwinter!" Here was someone who had died many times. Who had lost countless comrades. Who produced fire from their bare hands. And yet, the undercurrent of fear beneath the Titan's voice was unmistakable. Araito was disquieted. The false bravado frightened him more than any admission of doubt ever could.
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Adit and Majjora clung to the chain link fence, well beyond the outside perimeter of the Crucible viewing area. They peered past a motionless Redjack stationed at the entrance, straining to see snippets of action on the massive viewing screens. Adit caught a glimpse of an Arc explosion as the audience roared. Lord Shaxx's voice boomed from the loudspeakers: "Your spirit is unrivaled. Show me more!" Adit glanced over at her classmate. Majjora's pinky finger was just a few centimeters away from her own, but it seemed like a kilometer. Adit cleared her throat, mustering courage, "So, umm, what Cryptarch Matsuo said in class today. About, like, the final shape and everything. The Witness." "I can't believe what I'm seeing!" Shaxx's voice rang out. Majjora nodded gravely. Though the visiting Cryptarch had explained the situation in the gentlest terms, the students understood the seriousness of the situation. "Yeah," Majjora replied. "It's… I don't know what to do." "Nothing we can do, I guess," Adit replied. Adit inched her pinky closer to Majjora's for what felt like an eternity. And then finally, they touched. Majjora smiled. A Stasis grenade detonated on the viewing screens, but neither of them heard it.
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Edge Transit
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"…And I'll personally produce a limited number of previously unreleased designs. An alternate version of Blast Furnace, for example," Ada-1 explained. "First you strong-arm us into altering our specs," the VEIST rep scoffed, "And now you come begging for the very models the Vanguard rejected." "They would have turned the Crucible into a graveyard," Shaxx interjected. "I don't regret—" "I think what Lord Shaxx means to say," Ada-1 interrupted, shooting the Titan a razor-sharp glance, "is that your prototypes were ahead of market. Their time to shine is now." "Can the soft sell," replied the Omolon rep. "The numbers are right, so we're in." "But what's the catch?" the VEIST rep asked suspiciously. "No catch." Ada-1 steepled her fingers. "In a year's time, we'll all be dead." The reps shifted uncomfortably. "Or, we'll have defeated the Witness," she continued. "In either case, it's time to diversify our offerings. With newly released designs… and more." The VEIST rep arched her eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?" Ada's tone warmed slightly. "Just an idea. There's an old Cosmodrome program whose revival I think could be quite useful."
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Elsie's Rifle
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Forbearance
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Midnight Coup
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Blast Furnace
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"That's awfully ruthless, no?" Lord Shaxx queried. "It's one thing to kill an enemy in combat. But executions… that's dirty business. I know from experience." "Hmm," Saladin grumbled, turning the elaborate hand cannon over in his hands. "I felt the same way, at the time. I was content to let Calus rot away in deep space, drinking himself into oblivion." Saladin furrowed his brow. "But after Neomuna; after going tusk-to-tusk with the Shadow Legion, I wonder if his exile was mercy… or weakness." "Careful, Valus," Shaxx quipped, "your empress might not take kindly to that sort of talk." Saladin passed the hand cannon back to Shaxx with an approving nod. "I doubt she feels differently. Seeing her father changed like that… had to be harder in the long run." Shaxx holstered the cannon. "Maybe so, but that's what sets Caiatl apart. It's what set the Vanguard apart! Acting with honor, even at great cost to ourselves." "Sometimes our honor IS the cost," Saladin rebutted. "And we'd better remember that on the other side of the portal."
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Josef opened the door. Shaxx filled the hallway beyond. "You look tired," said the Crucible handler. "But I have just the thing to get you buzzing." "No time for the Crucible," Josef dissembled. "Another day." "I'll hold you to that. But that's not what I meant." Josef said nothing. "I was speaking with Saladin," Shaxx continued. "We were remembering all the people we left behind over the years. Your name came up." "Oh yeah?" Shaxx held out a cardboard box, perforated with large holes. "The Valus asked me to deliver this." Josef opened the box. At the bottom, in a nest of cloud accretions, were two sleeping war beast pups. "They're not replacements," Shaxx explained, "but we hope they bring some light back into your life." "They're perfect," Josef said, his voice tender. "Thank you." "See them settled. Then I expect you back in the Crucible to teach MY pups a thing or two."
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The Recluse
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Four-year-old Eld leaned into Perilla-28's side, a half-eaten cracker forgotten and crumbling in his small hands. "Did you know I was in the City for Six Fronts? I was already here, though I wouldn't meet your great-great-grandma for a long time yet." "There wasn't a City then," Eld said confidently. "It was all mud." Perilla-28 laughed. "No, it was a true city by the time I got here. When the walls were finished, we threw the biggest party I'd ever seen. We thought we were finally safe…" She paused, a hand on Eld's fine hair, lost in her memories. Eld tugged at her sleeve. "And then what?" "And then the Guardians protected us. Better than any wall could." The Traveler's departure had left a hole in the City sky. Perilla gazed up at it. "That's what they do. That's what they always do." Eld had stopped listening. He was shaking the cracker crumbs off his hands onto Perilla's dress. "Auntie," he said very seriously, "I need some juice."
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Luna's Howl
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Elsie's Rifle
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The Mountaintop
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