#eliksni dreg

[conniemb]

Sirrah, Arcweaver

Okay so I got a tonne of oc stuff lying around in my brain and I wanna get it out before I lose it so here's some info dumping.

Sirrah is a dreg belonging to house exile known for her amazing sharpshooting abilities. It is said that she was once seen take out a gaurdian by bending the shot of her wire rifle around a corner catching the gaurdian by surprise. This act garnered the name "Arcweaver". She self docks her arms whenever they grow back as a protest to the hierarchical system of most fallen houses in turn showing her aliegance to house exile. She is somewhat smaller than most dregs only being 5 foot tall but she uses her height to her advantage to be able to hide in small spaces while waiting for her target to appear.

Sirrah had a rough upbringing within house exile as her family lived in an area just beyond the hellmouth meaning her family would constantly have to fight off hive to survive. Her story truly begins when a fireteam of hunters scout out the area looking for weak points in the hellmouths entrance and stumble across their camp. The hunters immediately try to massacre the small exile village and all but slaughter the settlement until a strange titan gaurdian wearing tangled web armor donning the house of judgement banner on her titan mark appears standing in-between the hunters and Sirrah along with her older and younger brothers. While trying the deter the hunters Sirrahs older brother Traxor attempts to save the titan from the hunters for sticking up for them but is killed. Seeing her brother murdered in front of her Sirrah is in shock and unable to move.

The female titan fights off the hunters disabling them with void energy and taking Sirrah and her younger brother to her ship where she drops them off at another house exile settlement.

Sirrah lives in this settlement for some time living out her days working as an exile scout and sniper eventually building up her reputation as the Arcweaver. Unfortunately the arc weaver meets her end defending her settlement from an oncoming horde of xivu araths hive. After killing 100 of the hive single handedly she is taken out by a knight and dies on the moon.

After some time Sirrah wakes up in a Scorn base unaware of her surroundings, who she is or what she is. She has been ressurected as the first ever sentient Screeb. Having lost all her memories of her previous life Sirrah devotes her life to Fanicks the Mad Bomber who takes interest in Sirrah for being such an oddity amongst screeb and gifts her the name Korvusk. Korvusk then goes on to work directly under Fanicks as his personal bodyguard and head sniper.

This is very bare bones for this character but I'm really enjoying how it's turning out! I'll post more soon when I think stuff up :33

#eliksni dreg #scorn #scorn destiny #destiny the game #destiny oc #eliksni oc #fallen oc #dreg oc #destiny fallen #destiny 1

[lizzieraindrops]

A food truck AU featuring my charismatic hillbilly Awoken herbo OC, her scrunkly wannabe microbrewery hipster dreg business partner, and whoever else they can rope into their schemes.

Chapter 2: A Good Idea (1898 words) –  |  1  |  2  |

By the time the two of them got to the little bar, they’d figured out that they could communicate directions passably in pidgin. But given that the Awoken’s knowledge of it was mostly just basics or trade stuff, it wasn’t ideal. Since Noriiksis had spent enough time around Awoken to get pretty conversationally fluent, the two of them ended up mostly speaking her language instead. Her accent was quite different from the Dreaming City Awoken he’d learned from, so it was a little confusing, but he made do.

Once they’d grabbed a table in a quiet corner and gotten their drinks, they got to chatting proper about the whole fiasco they’d just stumbled out of.

“How did you get in?” Noriiksis asked her. “There were guards, they did not want to let even us past.” They’d made them late for the drop, which had not helped with tensions. How had a clueless Awoken gotten past them into Kiniks’ neighborhood without a scratch?

“Oh, I asked them where Kiniks was.” She casually tossed her very long, very dark green braid over her shoulder and picked up the viscous violet drink he’d had to swear wasn’t poisonous to her.

“That’s it? And they…let you in?”

“Well, they didn’t want to at first, but, y’know, my mom always says confidence works wonders, so I just told them I was there to see him and they let me in.”

He just stared at her.

“What?” she said, as if she had not said something completely ridiculous. If he hadn’t been there to witness her presence firsthand, he wouldn’t have believed it, no matter that she was as tall as a vandal and as bulky as a captain.

“You are insane.”

“Well, I’ll admit it wasn’t my best idea.”

Noriiksis tossed back a big gulp of his neon ether blend. It wasn’t great, but it was ether. Whatever. He had bigger problems. “Well,” he said, “not looking forward to telling my captain about this.”

“Yeah, what a shitshow. Is it always like this around here?”

“It’s the Tangled Shore. Of course it is.”

“Yikes. I don’t know, man, this is too much drama.”

“No shit.”

She snorted. Humans did that so often when he used human obscenities. It was entertaining to regularly get such a reaction, if a bit tiresome.

“I just want to hang and meet people and chill and have a good time, not all this.”

“Yeah. Wouldn’t we all.” He wasn’t bitter.

“What would you be doing if you could do whatever?”

“Don’t know. I am just so tired of this shit. If not House politics or Awoken politics, it’s Shore politics or Guardian nonsense. None of them give a moltshell for a dreg.”

“Yeah, man, that sucks.”

With a sigh, Noriiksis scratched the stump of one of his lower arms where it ended just above the elbow. “Truth? I’d be happy just tinkering with machines, or brewing ether without a captain waiting to dock me every year. I left House of Wolves for the Shore to get away from that a long time ago, but it’s no better here.”

“Yeah, I hear you.” She toasted him with her drink and took a sip. “Even the regular busywork is nice if people just respect you. To be honest, that little stuff is what I miss most about home. Just making dinner and chatting with people while you eat it.”

“Hah. Must be nice.” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been able to do that without worrying who else around the servitor would to stab him in the back for another wisp of ether.

“It is!” she said with an inexplicable intensity.

Then an odd, thoughtful look came over her face. She stared off into the distance. After a moment of silence framed by the murmur of the bar, she turned back to him. She spoke in an excited whisper, like she’d just had the best idea of her life and couldn’t believe it.

"Hey, what if you could do that anywhere? Just like. Make food for whoever, not just people you know."

"... That is a restaurant. We're in one."

"No, I mean like – what we were just talking about! Just doing normal little stuff like that for people and being appreciated for it. What if you could just do that for a living?"

Noriiksis flagged down a shank for a refill. He was going to need it. “…Have you worked customer service? Ever?”

“Yeah, man! I was the shift manager of the diner in my hometown. And I was really good at it!”

“Huh. You really are insane.” He waved his thanks to the shank that topped him up as it floated away whirring. There was just something delightful about the drinks shanks that always cheered him up. Maybe this weird Awoken lady was onto something – maybe it was something about the way they just contentedly went about their harmless business, their turrets forgotten.

She rambled on, undeterred by his disinterest. "That’s why I left home, you know? I wanna meet all sorts of people, not just the same town full of people I grew up with. But what if I could do that same thing, but all over the place?”

“What do you mean?” he said, totally lost.

 She gave him an enormous grin that looked like trouble. “What if I had," her eyes got very big and very bright purple, "a food truck."

“A food what?”

"Like, a vehicle that goes around wherever and sells food! If I could get my hands on a jumpship, kit it out with a decent kitchen…I could bring people food anywhere! I could go wherever people need it most, yknow? Way out of the way places that are starving for a little something homemade. And I bet people out there would appreciate it the most!"

Noriiksis gave her a nonplussed stare. “Where in the system would you get a ship that could do all that?”

“Oh, herringbone, I don’t know…” She lowered her voice, and in doing so demonstrated a scrap of caution that put to shame everything else he had seen her do so far. “I have a little savings, but I don’t have enough for a proper nice ship, especially a custom refit like that. But if I could get hold of a fixer-upper…”

“That would take a lot of fixing up.”

“Ugh, yeah. And I don’t know enough of the engineering to do more than remodel the big stuff, I can’t make it run.” Then she jumped, making him jump, too, and look around for any imminent threats, but nothing else was happening. “Hey, wait – could you do it? Do you know how?”

“What?!”

"You said you do tinkering – could you wire me up a working kitchen in a ship if I did the heavy lifting?"

“I – of course I can, any Eliksni can, we survived this way since the Whirlwind. But why would I –”

The Awoken placed both hands on the table and sat up very tall. Practically quivering in place, she leaned forward in excitement.

“Then come with me! Let’s do it!”

Alarmed, Noriiksis leaned back from his side of the table. “The fuck are you talking about?”

“Come run a food truck with me!” she exclaimed, eyes shining. “I'll figure out how to get a ship, you help me fix it up.”

“No, no, no,” he said, holding a hand up as if to fend off the absurd idea. “Nonsense talk.”

“No, listen – you could even fit the kitchen for ether brewing like you were saying, we could sell that too!"

He scoffed. “You need a servitor for proper ether.” He leaned back in and pointed at her. “You don’t have enough Glimmer for a ship, you don’t have enough to commission a servitor. And a servitor for an Awoken? No one would. And I don’t have Glimmer like that. Unless I was brewing ethershine – very, very delicate without a servitor, I tell you. I would know.”

But instead of coming to her senses, she looked even more self-satisfied. “Sooooo…you know how to make it without one? Ethershine?”

He huffed and crossed his two arms. “Of course. Mine is best. But no one lets me have the good stuff to make it. Terrible aftertaste. And you can’t live on it. Need to supplement with real ether.”

“Okay, so we pick up a few cans of real ether whenever we refuel the ship, no big deal.”

“Wha- lady!” She could not be serious. “I just met you! You just met me. Why the hell do you want me to come with you?” He braced his claws on his end of the table. “You can ask anyone to tinker this ship refit thing for you. You can leave and not worry about ether.”

That finally halted her momentum. She sat back in wide-eyed surprise. “But you get it. You get why I want to do it. And I think you’d like it, too. Didn’t you just say you wanna get away from all this crap and just do something chill?”

“Hmph.” She wasn’t wrong. He hated that he was even slightly considering it. He took a drink and sat back again with crossed arms. "I could just run with what ether you give me. Why don’t you worry?"

She just shrugged. "Well hey, you already helped me out of that situation earlier. You didn't have to team up with me. Probably could have gotten yourself out easier if you just ran while they were coming after me, but you didn’t.” As with everything she had said so far, she seemed as earnest as could be. She was so odd. “You seem like a decent guy to me. I'd trust you again."

Noriiksis didn’t move except to blink: both right eyes together, then each left eye one at a time. He was good at not letting anyone know he was having an internal crisis. Definitely not about the fact that no one had said anything that genuinely kind to him in years.

And now that he thought about it, she may well have saved his life by showing up when she did to complicate matters. She’d jumped into the fray with nothing but a few rocks, while the rest of his armed team had left him in the dust. Could her idea really be that much worse than what he was doing now?

Fuck it, he thought. This might blow up in my face, but if anyone can do this crazy shit, it’s her. She’s already doing it – she’s reached me in no time at all.

“Hm. Well. Maybe I can trust you again, too. What’s your name, lady?”

She stuck out a big, teal-green hand lined with those currents of shifting light that danced beneath Awoken skin. Her block-toothed smile made them look dim. “Corey. Coriana Sur, at your service, partner. What’s yours?”

“Noriiksis.” He stuck out a hand and shook with her.

“Great to meet you, Noriiksis. Can’t wait to do business with you.”

They clinked their glasses together with a splash. Some of it got into Corey’s glass, but she drank it anyway despite his protests. She wheezed a bit as the trace of evaporating ether hit her, but she was still grinning like nothing could ruin her day. And to be fair, she already had him half convinced of that, too.

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny fanfiction #destiny oc #destiny awoken #destiny eliksni #eliksni #eliksni dreg #lizzie taking up space #lizzie's adventures in writing #food truck au #destinewt #oc corey #oc nori #sometimes memory and grace is about feeding strangers

[dungeons-and-dregs]

Enemy Faction Thingamajigs

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #dungeons and dregs #destiny #eliksni #the scorn #the taken #the cabal #the hive #the vex #the fallen

[telestoapologist]

dreg: (misses me and hides pathetically)

me, comfortingly: oh dear, oh dear, gorgeous 🥺

a thrall: (falls off the map while jumping at me)

me: you fucking donkey

#destiny 2 #dregs #eliksni #hive #thralls #we're just a little biased in this house. just a teensy bit

[atomicmoths]

Dregs of Destiny

Feel free to use any of my screenshots! Just please credit me if you do. ✨

#destiny the game #destiny 2 #eliksni #destiny fallen #destiny eliksni #screencaps #Destiny dreg

[tigerspite]

I've been creatively bankrupt but this finally crawled out of my WIPs after sitting there for like. Six months or more. Bon appetit.

Read the rest of The Devil's Claw here

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CHAPTER ?? / The Disgraced

“What have I done to deserve you gracing my presence?” Eramis drawls, her head cocked to an angle that speaks more of measuring her visitors than a genuine question. 

“We noticed you had some gaps in your crew records from the recent…incident,” Solkis says, eyes flicking to the Captain - Reviks, her last surviving son - hovering behind her. Although shrouded by a large cloak and hood, he averts his gaze from the Hunter, choosing instead to study an incoming Skiff on the opposite runway with an intensity that Scribes would find admirable. 

Wethraks grimaces, braced for retaliation. Being forced to ground her Ketch at Heathrow Spaceport for repairs due to the actions of her son, who should have known better than to lead a raiding party without her permission, has been the talk of the city. Her communications with the Lair are more terse than usual, and he has not dared to intrude on her time. Giving her time to grieve for not only the loss of her crew, but the loss of her son's common sense and lower arms, seemed the only polite course of action. 

Solkis does not fear her. And he guesses that is why he receives a click of mandibles from the Shipstealer that suggests he continue, rather than a derisive statement and a retreat back up the loading ramp of her Ketch. 

While held hostage and dragged across the city with as much dignity as could be mustered, shackles keep him from endangering anyone. The longer he looks, the longer Wethraks wonders if they would be enough to stop him should he turn, or whether he could shatter them with a flex of his wrist. 

“I brought a replacement for one of them.” He steps aside to reveal his gift. A Dreg with a ruddy brown-orange exoskeleton, clothed in scraps of leather and cloth between a cobble of mismatched armor. More disturbing are the lower arms he should not have, flesh bound to metal through a thick layer of uneven scarring gouged deep into the shell of his torso. The prosthetics are little more than steel bars and exposed wiring formed into the crude shape of limbs, built for function over form. 

“Devils nominate themselves to join my crew. You bring a mutilated Scar Eliksni in handcuffs,” she counters. “Why should I take someone who has to be forced to work, and who rejects our banners?”

“He lived on the same Ketch as us during the Drift, he knows about work.” Solkis lets out a dark laugh, nudging their guest forwards. “And his name is Taniks. His House-pledge still isn’t confirmed, but Ursaviks has a use for him.”

Her eyes narrow. “You miss my point.”

As the two launch into debate, Wethraks remains still and tries to fade into the background. The ‘Dreg’ standing hunched between them glowers up at Eramis, lower arms twitching and steel claws flexing. An aura of rage as strong as a thousand suns emanates from him. Given the chance of freedom, it feels as if he would eviscerate every Eliksni on the runway there and then, and realising that he would be the first and closest target makes him shuffle a few inches away. 

"Look at him. He's harmless," Solkis’s voice cuts through her concerns, giving Taniks another shove so that he might be pulled into her Ketch by proximity alone. It earns him a warning growl and a glare over his shoulder, hackles raised. 

“Then release him.”

Taniks’s growl only rises as Solkis fishes in a belt pouch to produce the key without a moment of hesitation, tensing and leaning away from him. As soon as his arms are freed, he pushes him away and hisses, wild-eyed. Straightening up to his full height, he sets his shoulders back, like posturing and challenging will make him run. 

Eramis raises her head, watching his display with careful, guarded interest. When Taniks turns his ire back to her, she looks down her muzzle and gives an amused snort. 

Like a match set to tinder, Taniks lets loose an enraged snarl and lunges forwards, teeth bared. 

She steps back, just out of his range, and his swipe lands short. He takes another step to attack again before Solkis snatches him backwards, locking and twisting one of his upper arms behind his back to force him into retreat. 

A deliberate, and failed test. 

The look of contempt and disgust exchanged between the two Barons, for what Wethraks senses are entirely separate reasons individually, could have triggered a lightning storm.

“A ‘harmless’ liability,” Eramis grates. “Ursaviks must think I'm a fool to accept this offer.”

Solkis jerks Taniks back again to fit the cuffs around his wrists, straining to contain him. “You’re the best Baroness to teach him some manners." 

“He is capable, in the right hands-” Wethraks adds, left hanging as she interrupts.

‘Of what? We left him alone on the Drift for a reason,” she gestures out with one arm, encompassing the time since she last laid eyes on him, and that spent on the Long Drift. “My crew needs shipwrights and skilled workers. Not an animal who would murder myself or others for a perceived slight.”

“The placement is on Ursavikskel’s orders. You take him, whether you want to or not.”

Before she can reject the demand, Reviks finally speaks up, “I can take him,” 

“No!” Eramis snaps, spinning so fast to stop him that Wethraks flinches. She hisses something under her breath about his authority on her ship, all falling on deaf ears as he moves past her to join the negotiation.

“It is my fault that he's here, so he is my responsibility.” Reviks says, stepping forward with his arms spread and head low in apology. "Let me take him. I can keep him under control, and away from the others."

“As long as someone does,” Solkis chirrups with delight, holding out the keys to the new crewmate. 

Wethraks casts a sidelong glance at Eramis, chittering in quiet apology for what has been caused. Through her ferocious scowl, he watches the gears turning in her mind as she weighs up the decision, and whether she could argue and defy her way out of all duty to the charge thrust upon her. While docked and in disrepute, she has the right to overrule Reviks, but that would burn a bridge he needs to cross. Something useful may come of Taniks, and of burdening her family with him. 

Eventually, she concedes, her arms and shoulders drooping. She turns her back on them, beckoning the two towards the loading ramp. "Do not make me regret this.”

"I promise you won't. And if you do, it won't be my fault.” Solkis calls after them, chittering with laughter at his own remark.  

“She will still blame you.” Wethraks mutters.

He chuffs. A given, and not one that concerns him. Eramis has found her reasons with others when required, and his treatment won't differ. Starting to walk away from the Ketch, he replies, “I’m an emissary. She should know to blame the Kell.”

Dithering, Wethraks remains fixed on the three as they depart. Although Reviks has a tight grip of his charge, Taniks writhes in his hold. He thrashes, twisting his head to stare back over his shoulder at where his captor and assistant were meant to be. 

In that last look, his eyes lock with Wethraks, burning with malice and sharp as knives. 

Even when he disappears into the depths of the Devilship’s hangar and is long out of sight, Wethraks swears he feels the sensation of his talons around his throat.

#destiny 2 #eliksni #eramis #taniks #destiny fanfiction #wethraks wednesday #tdc

[thefirstknife]

An ex-Salvation Dreg calls Eido, "Eidokel" in Regnant (grenade launcher)'s lore tab!!

The dreg is actually called Thrysiks and he speaks to Eido, Mithrax' daughter. She took over being a Kell because Mithrax is occupied with the relief efforts on Earth.

"I act on behalf of my father, Misraakskel of House Light." She spoke gently and in their shared language, trying to ease his fear. "I am Eido, Scribe of our House."

"Aa-ee-doh," the Dreg repeated. He practiced her Awoken name a few times until he could pronounce it. "My name is Thrysiks. Houseless."

She is very happy to be called Eidokel, even if it's just temporary!

An interesting thing to note is that Thrysiks is the same Eliksni that we see in the lore tab for the Caretaker sword. Thrysiks later came to Spider looking for work and Spider wanted him to sell secrets about Eramis and House Salvation, something Thrysiks refused because he dislikes Spider.

Drifter supported Thrysiks and helped him leave, then talked to him about what he could really be doing; taking care of Eliksni kids:

"As you just saw," Drifter said in a low voice, "Spider's tryin' to use this little charity to bring more people into his crew. Eido told me to keep an eye on him. And she told me another thing, too—you're good with kids."

Drifter paused at Thrysiks's silent confusion.

"Hatchlings! All swaddled up and smiling. So cute I could eat 'em up."

Confusion turned into apprehension.

"Ah, just an expression. Old Earth phrase," Drifter explained. "Anyway, lotta orphans comin' in from the EDZ, and your Scribe's a bit preoccupied. Eido said you looked after them the other day. Even led them in a little song. That true?"

"Yes. Thrysiks likes hatchlings," the Eliksni buzzed. Drifter grinned.

"Good. Let's hope they like you too, Teach."

Drifter's soft spot for Eliksni and especially hatchlings continues. I love him for this. Really love that Drifter is also there to stop Spider from potentially exploiting any of the Eliksni that show up.

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 spoilers #season of defiance #season of defiance spoilers #eido #thrysiks #drifter #spider #ask

[abidethetempest]

Hello! You know how the Eliksni has the ranking/ageing (growing?? what would it be called??) system of Dreg, Vandal, Captain, etc? Would the names be different in their language or the same? because I know Kell tends to be the same in both english and eliksni (I think).

This post is part of my ongoing project to create a language for the Eliksni! For more information check out my masterpost linked here.

Actually, I made a post abt this topic last year! Words for rankings can also found under the "Proper Nouns" section of the public dictionary, so don't worry about needing to dig up this post for later reference.

I decided that the rank words we see in game actually came about because Humans heard Eliksni rank words and simply used the closest English word that sounded similar. So "kel" = "Kell", "drehk" = "Dreg", and so on. There are two exceptions: Scribe and Captain. Captain is actually "aash" in Eliksni, people just assumed that the ones leading the pirate crews would be called, well, captains.

Here are all the ranks/rank suffixes I have so far:

Kel, -kel = Kell

Arkaan, -arkaan = Archon

Aash, -aash = Captain

Vandel, -vandel = Vandal

Drehk, -drehk = Dreg

Rrhesh, -rrhesh = Wretch

Ibir, -ibir = Scribe

I didn't include Marauders as a separate rank. In my opinion, they seem to be a replacement for the Stealth Vandal variant from Destiny 1, so I decided that the "Marauder" name actually comes from an mrad'iir, which means "stealthy". So a Marauder is really just a Stealth Vandal, or mrad'iir Vandel.

#destiny 2 #destiny #eliksni #conlang #indee's eliksni conlang adventure

[torobatl]

EDZ Dregs have the saddest, wettest eyes of any Eliksni. Think about that before you test your new gun on them.

[farmergilesofham]

The Vanguard Swimsuit Fic, Part 4: Ada-1

"Yo Ada, how's it hangin!"

Ada-1 looked up from the Loom's command console, taking in the unusually jolly-looking Guardian coming down the Annex stairs.

"Hello Guardian. Do you have need of my services?"

"Yeah a bit. I've got a few questions actually, so I'll start with the first: can the Loom produce Ether?"

Ada looked back at the Loom, considering the question for a moment. The ambient chittering of nearby Eliksni, once an unnoticed hum, died down to little more than a whisper. The massive steel arms of the Loom thrummed with power as they folded a fresh batch of Synthweave in on itself, the soon-to-be programmed matter tinkling like an ocean of quiet windchimes.

"Yes. I think it could make Ether, but we would need a lot of Glimmer, and a lot of Methane, too."

The room burst into a wave of excited chittering, as Dregs rushed from one side of the room to the other, making extra sure that everyone else had heard what they thought they had heard. The few human workers, tinkering with the processing systems below Ada's balcony, stared around in mixed wonder and confusion. Meanwhile, the Guardian's face had lit up in an incredulous smile.

"You're serious? You could actually make Ether??"

Ada looked stately as ever, unperturbed by the sudden chaos of the room.

"Yes. But, it would take more Glimmer than the Vanguard budget could possibly allow, and more material than I have reach to import. Not to mention the difficulty in acquiring that material to begin with. I'm afraid that short of a miracle, there is nothing I can realistically do."

Her voice cut through the excitement, stamping it out like a flood over a campfire. Previously-elated Eliskni's shoulders slumped, conversation lowered, and one Dreg simply sat down, hard, their legs giving out beneath them. Nobody moved to help. The silence rolled out like a cold blanket, enveloping everyone in the room.

The Guardian broke that silence with another question.

"Ada, d'you have any Black Armoury weapons left over - things you never ended up giving to Guardians?"

Ada shot them a stern look, before returning to her stately repose. This was a subject already extensively discussed, and immediately struck down on every occasion.

"No. No weapons, not anymore." "The most I could give you is a Sparrow model the late Ms. Holliday worked on, but never finished. You should know," she said, again doling out a good dose of her particular brand of side-eye, "that I've parted ways with making weapons of war, Guardian. Permanently."

The Guardian simply nodded, and continued unabated:

"That'll work. I'm going to go upstairs and talk to Zavala about organising a few things, including the possibility of something to do with this."

Ada cocked her head to the side in confusion.

"If you advertise to guardians that - by giving you a certain amount of material and Glimmer over a, say, three-week period - they can get a Black Armoury sparrow which had been personally worked on by Amanda before her death, I think you will see some significant interest."

Ada remained silent, pondering.

"Now, imagine that you tell the guardians who want to participate that what you need is Methane and Glimmer. They will move Heaven and Earth and several other places to get their hands on the last thing our favourite Shipwright worked on."

Ada dipped her head, just a little, conceding the point.

"...I see your reasoning, Guardian. Some preparatory work would need to be done, and the Sparrow would need to be finished, but such a plan could work."

The room exploded with noise. Ada flinched a little, as the volume in the workspace shot through several decibel ranges; having felt a nascent joy, then dark despair, then the thunder-gold of pure renewed jubilation, the Eliskni had all either burst into tears, or into song. The Guardian was smiling so widely it almost hurt, but they, too, were a halfstep from openly crying. Ada affected to take all this calmly, of course, but the shifting of her feet and trembling of her entwined fingers betrayed the ancient exo's true feelings. Everyone, even those who did not understand what had been said, could just as well have danced a jig together, were it not for the constraints of the room's elevation.

Not that that stopped a few particularly eager Eliksni workers, who went capering across the catwalks in the few more moments before, inevitably, Ada asked everyone to calm down a little.

The sound dimmed down again to a gentle murmur, but there was no way to banish the twinge of merriment from every audible voice.

"As I was saying, Guardian, some preparatory work still needs to be done. Since this is your idea, I entreat you to find me a suitable engineer, someone who can faithfully complete Amanda Holliday's work without losing the essence of her hand."

The Guardian's Ghost fizzled into a existence for a moment just to give Ada a wink - or whatever passes for a wink when one only has a single eye (a saucy blink? No, that's the name of an all-Warlock club in the Lower City). Turning to the Guardian, Pebbles just bubbled:

"Noted!"

...before vanishing in a theatrical puff of holographic smoke.

"Hey so on another note, wouldya like to be in a swimsuit calendar?"

The room went dead silent again, every ear straining to hear Ada's answer.

"A what?"

"A swimsuit calendar! You know, the sort where good-looking folk lounge around in photographs with barely anything on?" it had not seemed to occur to the Guardian that hearing this may have some kind of adverse effect on Ada, as they stepped back in surprise when the Loom's Architect gave a most unusual utterance. One could even say it sounded almost like a huff of indignation.

"Absolutely not! I am no exotic creature to be gawked at, Guardian! Out! Out I say!"

The rosy colour of the ancient exo's cheek under-lighting told a slightly different tale, but the Guardian was not about to argue and lose all the goodwill they had just gained from their Sparrow idea. With a nod and a bouncing of feet, they traipsed back up the stairs to the Annexe, leaving Ada to fume on her own.

Yet who would they bump into at the top of those stairs if not the Drifter, who stopped them and pulled the Guardian aside.

"Hey, hot shot, you know you don't have to rope me into this whole mess, right? Ole Drifter's gettin' a bit too old for this--"

"Nuh-huh Drifty, you're going on the front page~" The Guardian said with a wide grin, though their eyes flicked to something in the former Dredgen's hand.

Clasped not-so-tightly in his grip were what looked like brand new Tex Mechanica Sparrow keys, the leather tag still shiny under the lamplight.

"Like what you see, hero? It's yours if you ju--"

"Ooooooh absolutely not. You're not worming your way outta this one. I've already sent Eris and Elsie both a message, so you made extra sure you're there on the day, hear?"

The Drifter visibly wilted under the Guardian's jolly glare, and half-heartedly still tried to peddle the Sparrow at them, but to no avail. Away they went, leaving the grizzled troublemaker to his own thoughts, which went something along the lines of: I'm not getting out of this, am I? in a dejected little voice as Germaine mouthed the words.

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Some time later, Ada-1 heard the stomping footfalls of another Guardian, and was just about to politely request they leave her alone when she realised who it was that stumped awkwardly down the narrow descent.

Saint-14, walking with a gait that almost implied fear, if not at least great anxiety, came up to Ada and whispered something to her, in a voice so used to shouting that the words still echoed across the room.

Ada stood and just stared at him for a while, then said:

"Do you at least have his measurements?"

The legendary exo nodded, and passed her a bundle of clothing topped with sheet of paper bearing a few carefully-written sets of numbers.

"Well, alright."

This was going to be a long day.

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Hello and welcome to chapter 4! This has taken a good deal longer to finish than I expected it to, mostly on account of some life stuff getting in the way. I hope you enjoyed the read, and we'll be rejoining our characters in...

Chapter 5: Taming the Wolf

If there's anything you'd like to see, or any character interaction you'd like to have appear, do send me an ask.

Aight that's all folks, see ya next time!

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny titan #destiny guardians #destiny 2 lightfall #destiny fanfiction #destiny exo #bungie #the vanguard swimsuit fic #the big bad destiny calendar fic #destiny saint 14 #saint 14 #destiny osiris #014 #ada 1 #young wolf #fanfiction #destiny 2 fanfiction #destiny drifter #the drifter #Eliksni

[lizzieraindrops]

Exactly what it says on the truckside decal.

What's the best way for a small-town space elf from a backfield asteroid to see the rest of Sol system and all the different people in it? For Corey, it's roping a malcontent dreg into starting a spacefaring food truck with her, of course. There might be some hiccups along the way, but it will be worth it.

Featuring my charismatic hillbilly Awoken herbo OC, her scrunkly wannabe microbrewery hipster dreg business partner, and whoever else they can rope into their schemes. Hire them to cater your post-strike dinner and drinks.

Chapter 1: A Bad Idea (1102 words) –  |  1  |  2  |

Corey might not know much, but she was pretty sure that her idea of leaving home to meet new people and go new places hadn’t included this.

“How did you get in here?” a vandal hissed, one foot and two arms on the bulbous cargo tank they bent over and a third arm aiming a shock pistol right at her.

Corey lifted her hands to show that she was – rather inadvisably, now that she thought about it – unarmed. She looked back over her shoulder at the narrow alley she’d just popped out of. “Uh, I…walked?”

The vandal’s hiss echoed louder from behind the helmet guardplate that cupped their jaw.

“I was told to ask for Kiniks! They pointed me over here! That’s all, honest.”

The vandal’s eyes narrowed. “What do you seek with Kiniks?”

“Oh, I was asking around if anyone needed any odd jobs done, and a few vandals at the Empty Tank said Kiniks might have work to do if I didn’t mind getting a little dirty. And you know, I grew up working hard on a backfield asteroid, my moms are both agriculturers, so I’m not worried about a little –” she finally put together the cargo tank, the three vandals holding another vandal at gunpoint, and the three dregs aiming right back at them. “Aw, no, not that kind of dirty, huh? Shit.”

The vandal took a deep draw from their ether tank. The sigh that expelled a few copper-blue tendrils of gas from their helmet told her that they weren’t getting paid enough to deal with both her and whatever deal had just gone sour.

“You. Close stupid mouth. I will deal with you after these.”

That’s really not promising, she thought.

One of the other vandals kept a shock pistol trained on her while the one that had spoken resumed arguing with the opposing vandal. Corey wasn’t sure what the disagreement was about, other than the obvious cargo. She had picked up enough of the Reef pidgin that many Eliksni and Awoken traded in that she could on occasion guess the general meaning of pure Eliksni, but all she got this time was that “not enough Glimmer” was involved. Which, to be honest, was probably the most of it. Looked like the vandal and three dregs were getting shafted, by the way their leader was waving a transmat cache key around angrily.

It wasn’t long until the chatter and hissing reached a fever pitch. The lead vandal of the trio fired a warning shot at the feet of the other. When that didn’t deter them, they made an angry grab for the cache key and all hell broke loose in a whirl of gunfire.

“Whoa!” Corey yelled. The vandal who had been guarding her fired at the sound, and she hit the ground to duck the whirling arc shots. She scrambled to her knees, but the vandal was occupied swatting away the grenade a dreg pitched at them.

Of course, the deflected grenade came right at her. Corey flung herself to the side with a yelp, only just getting out of range before it blew in a crackling cyan blast that flung her braid out behind her in its shockwave. She looked up from her second fall twice as breathless, just in time to see the grenade-throwing dreg going down under the vandal’s onslaught, about to get speared by the blade lashed to their lower arm.

She snatched a handful of the rocky dirt and flung it at the vandal. It didn’t do much except clatter off their helmet. But it made them claw the grit out of their face and glare at her instead of delivering the blow. And the couple of larger rocks she lobbed at the trio certainly got their attention as the lone opposing vandal and the two other dregs made a break for it. The last dreg lay groaning on the ground. The three slightly battered but victorious vandals turned all twelve of those blue-gleaming eyes on her.

“Oh, shit.”

One slow step at a time, she started backing up. They matched her step for step. There was no way she’d get all the way back down that narrow alley she came in without taking an arc blast.

“Hey!”

All four of them looked back toward the tank to see the dreg, who had been crawling away, pick something up off the ground. They held their shock pistol up to the little round device. The cache key to the Glimmer.

“Let go!” they said in pidgin. “All yours! Just let us go.”

The three vandals swept back toward the cargo tank snarling. But the dreg danced lightly around the tank before they could pincer them. Clearly, they weren’t as hurt as they’d sounded. They ended up at the mouth of the alley with Corey.

The vandals advanced chittering with indignation, but they eyed the cache key greedily. Chased by what were clearly swears in Eliksni, Corey and the dreg backed down the alley together. When they neared the end, the dreg hurled the cache key as far back down it as they could and the two of them turned tail and bolted.

Once they were a couple small asteroids away, Corey braced herself against the nearest wall panting hard. The dreg was wheezing beside her with their tufted head in both hands.

“Well,” she said. “That didn’t go too well for either of us, did it?”

The dreg just groaned through their next wheeze.

Cory slapped her thighs and straightened up, still breathing heavily. “I’m done screwing around for the day, I need a drink. Do you want a drink? You look like you need one, too.”

The dreg looked at her like she was crazy. Then they sighed and said, “Yeah. Drink. But not Empty Tank.”

“Oh hell no, those guys got me into this mess.” The dreg stared at her. “Well, I guess I kinda did it, too. But they sure didn’t help. Anyway, there’s gotta be another bar around here somewhere that serves stuff for us both. You know anywhere?”

The dreg looked around to get their bearings after their mad dash. They took in the knobby buildings around them, eyeing the other asteroids lashed to this one with cables and bridges among the crisp stars of the Reef sky, unfiltered by any but the thinnest atmosphere. Then they nodded.

“I know place,” they said in pidgin. “Farther, but quiet. We can walk.”

Corey grinned. “Quiet sound good. Let’s go,” she replied in kind. In her own language, she added, “I definitely owe you a drink or two.”

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny fanfiction #destiny oc #destiny awoken #destiny eliksni #eliksni #eliksni dreg #lizzie taking up space #lizzie's adventures in writing #food truck au #destinewt #oc corey #oc nori #not really an au but it is a very different little corner of the same world #anyway. everyone meet my little guys. i'm obsessed with them. #guns cw #but like. zappy space guns.

[dungeons-and-dregs]

Eliksni/Fallen Enemy Class Tokens/Icons

Below the cut

Dreg, Wretch Vandal, Marauder

Captian, Captian Variant, Captian (Boss)

#dungeons and dregs #eliksni #the fallen #fallen destiny #fallen dreg #fallen wretch #fallen vandal #fallen Marauder #fallen captian #destiny 2 #destiny the game #transparent pngs

[telestoapologist]

i’m so so sorry but the planck’s stride lore is killing me oh my god

#destiny 2 #season of plunder #pirate lord arask #eliksni #WHAT IS THE BLUNDER BOOTH...... #that poor dreg sdflgbkgfd

[ali3nboyfriend]

here’s a destiny headcanon since i haven’t posted an anything headcanon in a while

i like the idea of eliksni having this tradition they’ve kept since riis, of giving newly mated/wed partners the gift of nesting material for any future clutches they may have — fabrics, mostly, but also pillows and other soft things. originally, before the whirlwind, it was done amongst families and groups of close friends, but these gifts could also be received from people among the partners’ community.

after the whirlwind, it became crew-wide, but also a little more concerned about rank. dregs will give material to newly mated dregs from the same crew, wretches give to other wretches, vandals and marauders give to each other. the whole crew will gift nesting material to their captain when they choose a mate, the whole ketch will give to a baron, and the whole house will give to a kell. you may gift downwards, but you’re not expected to — i.e., a vandal might give material to a pair of dregs, or a captain may give some to a vandal, but it is not expected and it is not seen as rude if they do not.

now that supplies are scarcer for them, the nesting materials gifted to mated partners are mostly scraps or things stolen during raids, stuff that has been tucked away and hoarded, but it’s still considered an important tradition — it’s hard to raise eggs, let alone hatchlings, to maturity in the conditions they live in, so assuring they will at least have a soft place to rest is seen as the least a crew can do for one another.

#destiny the game #destiny 2 #eliksni #destiny fallen #something something it’s about communal sharing of scarce resources to celebrate love in post apocalyptic survival situations #the thought of it makes me happy idc if it doesn’t have too too much basis #starscream.txt

[atomicmoths]

Do the Suncatchers have a Ketch? What is it like?

Yes they do have a Ketch and boy it’s a biggin’! The three sisters dubbed the Ketch Sunsail when they inherited it from their mother, the former Kell. It’s been home to the entire House of Suncatchers ever since they left Mercury. Inside is decorated with various tapestries and drapes of varying color. In the Kell’s quarter, there’s a series of large stained glass windows. The Sunsail predates the Whirlwind by quite some time and is one of the biggest and long living Kecthes in the Sol System, which is what also allows them to take in so many refugees from varying houses. As it stands, they’re an all Eliksni crew since they originally started as a typical House so because of this they still have traditional House roles and rituals. However, they have a very small Dreg population and refrain from docking unless they feel it’s absolutely necessary.

Full disclaimer, this is an edit I did of their Ketch from some original blank destiny models, hence why I had to add the sails.

#house of suncatchers #destiny 2 #destiny the game #eliksni #destiny eliksni #destiny fallen #season of plunder #thank you for asking ily

[searsage]

Cry Of The Magpie

When Spider demands his presence in his grimy ether stained office Uldren finds himself less then surprised when the kingpin gleefully announces the familiar warlock purchased him for the night, but quickly finds himself counting his lucky stars that it was simply an older man who sought his audience and not that knight again..

While the strife was slowly starting to suffocate under the weight of the system wide treaty, it was well known there still was a quiet animosity brewing between the awoken and hive, treaty or not, there were many wounds gouged between them, and the blood of wrath would never evaporate in its entirety, even if there were no longer any corpses boasting it's pools.

This silent hate for each other poisoned the lower classes of their societies as well, it didn't help that the hive ritualized pain and not in the gladiatorial way the cabal did... if a hive purchased an awoken prostitute it wasn't simply because they were enamored with the unstable light of their skin..

Thing is awoken were rare especially in...Uldren's predicament, not many could afford him and that made things a lot easier.

Unfortunately Uldren had been rather lucky with his clients, until the last year or so, poll duty had unintentionally landed him as the morbid fixation of a very persistent hive knight.

One who was more than willing to pay Spider for his compliance, while any well rounded establishment would never have accepted these dubious negotiations, knowing full well the malice behind such intentions..

In the eliksni king pin's eyes dirty glimmer still shined...

A shaky hand reaches up to fuss with his streaked hair, attempting to hide the scar marring his face whilst trying not to obscure his vision, Spider warned him only cabal would hold appreciation for such a devaluing scuff of his merchandise...

So he often tried to hide it, and while he didn't explicitly care about the grimy Eliksni's views on his personal image, the scar disturbed him as well, everytime he looked in the mirror it sent a trimmer up his spine, a scarring reminder of what could have happened.

And a promise on the knight's behalf.

He knew they would be back eventually.. It was only a matter of how appealing the offer would be to Spider! No doubt he'd try to wring them for all they had for the trouble they caused on their last visit but..

Eventually greed would win out and He would find himself in that..thing's possession for the night.. A night the awoken feared he might not survive..

"Oh! Valask!" The awoken hummed, startled from his panicked train of thought as a dreg seized him by his shoulders, leaning in to press her sharp mandibles against the raven's temple before releasing a soft tight hiss, the smell of ether fills his nose as it escapes her rebreather.

It was a gesture of comfort, one he sorely needed, and was thankful for but Savek offered him one more comfort, in the form of relieving information before she departs on another raid.

"The warlock does not spill, spider knows not of your failure little magpie, will you try again, to spread your wings..?" Savek inquiries with a tilt of her head.

Her question is met with hesitancy, his sharp yellow drifting to the ground with uncertainty.

"I'm not sure yet..but...I'll let you know when I make up my mind..Hasiks couldn't be there, I... thought I could handle it on my own..things didn't end well.."

"Anrah and Halsiks have acquired their fare, we will not depart without you little magpie, if you cannot accrue the odds, we will salvage it from the fool.."

The vandal hissed, her grip tightening as her mandibles spread to reveal her dominant teeth, but Uldren was quick to quell his friend's rising anger.

"No, I have a plan! I...i just need time to perfect it, okay? Stealing from spider will just get a bounty put on all of our heads, he will come after me, and he'll likely chase you down too if you piss him off...i don't want that for you. it's better to just be a face in the crowd, okay? We will get out of here, I've got this handled okay..?"

Uldren reasoned, his hand drifting down to gently rest on the stump of the vandal's recently docked appendage.

He knew she was afraid, and in reality the awoken knew these words of assurance were little more than a bitter lie to placate the dreg before her fear gave way to something reckless, Uldren had no clue of what he would do, or how he would make up the money to escape the shore.

He needed time but as he selfishly weighed his options others waited on his call with baited breath.

"You lie little magpie, your time runs out, the hive, they have offered again, not for night but for purchase, spider has turned down many offers but only for more, he will relent when offers stop...I've seen them they are not like you. Uldren you will die.."

Savek hissed her tense voice sounding almost shrill in her furious panic, no doubt she was recalling her passage in the trials of sorrow, a brutal trial of life and death and perhaps the winner's salvation from their transgressions against the osmium empire.

Even now the drag wore the scars of her survival engraved in her malnourished chitin.

"I know, and the hell I'll be going anywhere with them, I'll get the money, just don't do anything rash okay..?" Uldren pleaded, guiding the vandal's face to look him in the eyes.

For a moment she leered defiantly, a rebuttal primed on the edge of jagged teeth, but eventually his friend relents, her ether filled gaze drifting off to the side sadly.

"Three days my claws will still, I do not speak for others, but my word is yours, Go, subdue warlock, keep him quiet." Savek sighed deflating as she let go.

"I will, tell Anrah I said good luck!"

"Three days little magpie.."

Uldren watched her leave with narrowed eyes, the facade of false confidence souring into a bitter apprehension, Uldren had little options at the time, and the revelation Savek had revealed to him only made his situation seem so much bleaker...

He could run, but without a fare off this shattered rock, Uldren would eventually be wrangled back by desperate souls looking to cash in on the bounty that would no doubt be placed on his head.

He wasn't keen on entertaining another creep without at least someone else he could trust to ensure things didn't go wayside again..

He's face to face with the door long before he realizes it, his eyes staring blankly into the mite bitten salvaged cork as his mind went rampant with worry, oddly enough he felt strangely self conscious about meeting the older warlock again, even if there first meeting was less than glorious and the awoken looked far less appealing with a bloody nose.

Uldren still felt he owed the man gratitude in the form of a good time, it's not everyday someone has the balls to stop a cabal from smashing your face in.

And even if he was just another patron looking for a body for the night, Uldren felt oddly intrigued by his presence..

He gives a preliminary rap on the door, venting out his anxiety in the form of dragging his fingers against the door's steel frame.

"Ah, yes he's here, you can come in. Are you ready to listen now?" A muffled voice called and Uldren found his eyebrow arching in weary confusion, was someone else in there..?

The awoken hesitated, alarm bells going off in his head, was it a set up..? Things like that didn't occur often...at least not in predominantly eliksni establishments for obvious reasons.

Carefully the awoken opens the door slowly, his gaze quickly flickering about the room, the older man is standing by the far side by the window, but Uldren spares him his attention, dismissing the warlock's presence for a moment in favor of ensuring he was indeed the only patron in the room.

And relievingly a through sweep revealed that the warlock was indeed alone, internally Uldren deflates shutting the door behind him.

"Hello, I-"

Uldren moves to introduce himself, but is immediately greeted with an upheld finger as the warlock turns to him with a phone crooked between his shoulder and neck, and a pinched and slightly agitated expression.

He seemed to be engaged in a hushed but heated conversation with whoever was on the other end...

#destiny #destiny 2 #uldren sov #crow destiny #eliksni #The spider #The hive #A side fic project still on hold #Wanted to post it here because i reread it and forgor how much i loved it. #destiny awoken #A indirect answe to Shaxxs inquiry #BCCF au #osiris destiny #Ollld