#Warmind Seraph Bunker

[brontios-helm]

Destiny 2: Once More, Wrathborn

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 gif #season of the seraph #destiny 2 season of the seraph #seraph bunker #warmind rasputin #destiny 2 rasputin #ana bray #ana bray gif #clovis bray #exo frame #the hive #destiny 2 mars #mars #hive gif #bungie #destiny 2 pc

[sundayswiththeilluminati]

So I have some questions about Rasputin 1. how many subminds did he have

2. Do you think we'll see some of the other D1 warminds like Charlemagne

3. What was Rasputin doing on Io I remember there was a warmind bunker on Io and there's a crucible map that takes place in a warmind launch station for something called javelins

Thanks for reading this I want you know that I like seeing you talk about Rasputin

I'm glad you like seeing me talk about Rasputin! Because I like talking about Rasputin.

I'll caveat this by saying I'm traveling during Week 2 and won't have a chance to play Destiny till Saturday at the earliest, so if there's new Week 2 info pertinent to the question, I don't know it.

In order, the answers to your questions are:

In this season they seem to be using "submind" for pieces Rasputin might partition into when his main network was disrupted, so his submind count now (after the Pyramid Fleet's attack) is likely not his submind count from the Golden Age. We don't know how many we’ll see this season, but my money's on us rescuing seven. I say that because a) there are 7 notches on the "seasonal story" triumph and b) the Seven Seraphs faction/Seventh Seraph weapon line. During the Golden Age we know he had at least one, but that’s all we know for sure - the number of AI in general is unclear. In a fun wrinkle, canon initially said there were many Warminds, then the Warmind DLC retconned them to all be Rasputin subminds, then the Last Days of Kraken Mare un-retconned it back to multiple Warminds. Season of the Seraph hasn't yet declared one way or the other.

I'm hoping we see Charlemagne or a Charley-remnant submind. There are only a couple of known submind names, so this season’s writers are going to have to come up with a few more, and I don't see why not to include Charley. My personal theory is that there were seven Warminds including Rasputin pre-Collapse, and during the Pyramid Fleet's attack the Warminds were slain one by one with each one passing on what was left of its assets to the survivors before it fell. That would leave Rasputin with 6 "subminds" that are all that's left of his original comrades, which reconciles "multiple Golden-Age Warminds" with "but maybe they're all Rasputin subminds?" That tallies with a side comment in one of his messages about "reclaimed CHLM assets" meaning "stuff Charley used to own."

The Warminds' presence extended throughout the solar system. They had ground facilities pretty much wherever. Io had stations for monitoring Jupiter and the outer solar system as well as several launch sites for warsats and Javelin rockets; the Crucible map Javelin-4 is one of those launch facilities. The tall black finned rocket in the central round area of that map is a Javelin, and the rockets we helped launch during Season of the Worthy are smaller versions of them. We don't know much about the Javelins other than that they look cool. They probably served as missiles, cargo haulers, or whatever else the Warminds needed. Rasputin recommissioned/reconstructed a lot of his old Io sites during his arms buildup in Season of the Worthy and later used the Io batteries specifically to fire on the first Pyramid crossing into the Jupiter system (and got shut down for his trouble). That’s why the Warmind towers on Earth and the Moon were retracted in Season of Arrivals but the ones on Io were still deployed, just dark - Rasputin was cut off mid-attack.

#Destiny 2 #the Warmind Rasputin #Season of the Seraph #Charlemagne #here's to hoping for multiple Warmind confirmation #honestly at this point just pick one and stick with it #but do maybe stick with the multiple-Warmind one #output generated #ra ra Rasputin Mars' greatest war machine #this is the wager of existence #loremind

[thefirstknife]

While I'm busy being Extremely Lost in seraph Station I'm gonna ask something that's starring to confuse me. What exactly is a Seraph? I assumed it was just a term for Rasputin but the station isn't warmind themed

Seraphs were a sort of agents of Rasputin, tightly linked to him back in the Golden Age. It's implied that they were a force equipped for defense and combat, but dedicating to keeping the peace. They were working in the bunkers and communicating with Rasputin.

Rasputin's direct responses in Tatarstan lore:

"OK, Red. Back it up. These 'Seraphs' you keep referencing—what were they?"

::They were all things to me. Everything I required.::

"That… doesn't help. What were these Seraphs for? These files suggest that you built and stored planetary combat platforms for 'seven Seraphs.' I thought the Golden Age was a time of peace."

::It was a time of peace.::

"This is a lot of firepower, Red."

::Swords keep peace.::

He also says that he was in charge with protecting them and they were in charge of protecting him. The seasonal artifact from Worthy is also an artifact that the Seraphs carried with them, given to us by Rasputin in the season. One of my fave looking artifact:

Seasonal set from Worthy also told a story about Seraphs participating in the evacuations during the Collapse, trying to save anything that could be saved.

#destiny 2 #seraph #rasputin #ask #also the correct plural of 'seraph' is 'seraphim'. i guess bungie isn't using it to avoid confusion of another word #so it should be seven seraphim not seven seraphs

[thefangirlthatwaited]

Encounter (Chapter 103) A Destiny 2 fanfic

Crow x Guardian

"Ok, I'm here, but it seems I'm not the only one." " Caiatl's forces tried to secure this facility ahead of us, but they weren't able to make it past the towers. Keep out of sight." I look out in the distance and see multiple Seraph Towers. "Let me guess. Can't turn them off?" "Nope. You're on your own with this one." "Thanks anyway, Ana. I'll let you know when I'm in." "Could you hurry?  When the Warmind is fully restored, we'll need this location to access the orbital station and its Warsat network." "You know, Clovis. You are more than welcome to help me." I point out." "And how?" "I don't know. Maybe think of something instead of babbling insistently in my ear!" I hear Ana laugh in the background as Clovis mumbles something I don't understand but after that he's quiet. Alone, and with my void I was able to get past all the Hive and Serpah Towers fairly quickly. I thank the stars each day that I have this invisibility. Cayde's greatest gift to me. I enter the bunker and in the distance can her shots. "All right. You're in the bunker. Heads up, I have no idea what internal defences are like. Stay alert." 

I felt like asking if there was anything she did know but I bit my tongue. This wasn't Ana's fault after all. She was doing the best she could with the little intel we had. "Look at the state of this facility. It's an absolute travesty." Clovis grumbles as I jump down to a further part and discover the origin of the shooting. It was Xivu Arath's Hive. "Urgh. Seems the Hive beat us." "Damn. I was hoping we were quick enough." "Pfft. These Hive. Nothing more than pest." "Again, you're more the welcome to help." "Fine. I've re-established Level 1 Security Clearance. Opening the door for you, Guardian." "Oh. Finally! He does know how to help," There was more laughing from Ana and more grumbling from Clovis. At least someone found me funny. The deeper I get into the bunker the less light there is. It was almost pitch black down here. "Hmm, Ana. Would you happen to know why the power isn't on?" I hear beeping from her end before she replies. "Hmm. Power situation down here is pretty bleak. Our enemies are harvesting Arc energy from the reactor. You'll need to restore power to the inner doors to press forward." 

Full chapter on Ao3

#destiny 2 #crow destiny #destiny the crow #d2 the crow #destiny 2 fanfic #crow x guardian

[anthem-anatheme]

RASPUTIN’S BUNKER HAS CATS!

Little guy is waaay hidden in the shadows, I had to turn my brightness up just to figure out which box it was sitting on lol.

Here’s where kitty is sitting, tucked away in the shadows in the EDZ bunker.

#Destiny 2 #Destiny #Rasputin #Season of the Worthy #S10 #Season 10 #Warmind Seraph Bunker #Seraph Bunker #Seraph Bunker: EDZ #Kitty Cats #Destiny Cats

[screaming-skvll]

“You notice that one frame of Rasputin’s that seems a little... uneasy?”

“Can’t imagine why. Not like there’s any impending doom to worry about.”

“I mean, yeah, fair, but like aren’t frames supposed to, you know, not be subject to stress and neurosis?”

“You try working in a warmind bunker for like a thousand years or whatever and see how well you hold up, even if you start with a kernel of machine consciousness rather than a stress-susceptible human mind.”

(Seraph bunker)

#seraph bunker #frame #warmind #impending doom #microfiction #destiny game #destiny 2 #destiny gif #season of the worthy

[nyanyanolio]

Season of the Worthy First Impressions (RiP pt.1)

#destiny 2 #Season of the worthy #Warmind bunkers #Seraph Towers

[nagunkgunk]

warmind au Felwinter is Rasputin’s old failsafe to bring the warmind back online in the event of his destruction. Forgotten by Rasputin himself, only Vergil knew of its existence. The protocol ran unhindered after an Eliksni fireteam aided by the other warminds finally raidbossed Rasputin. Felwinter awoke far far away in a very outdated RAS-bunker with a very insistent (and red?) voice urging him to do something about warmind cores?

Even though he has what would be considered cutting edge equipment in earth’s Golden Age (a replicator for stable brilliance/glory/splendor/magnificence/fortitude mites, seraph gear many decades out of date compared to the warlords) in a system full of light addled godkillers and wannabe gods, he’s pretty outstripped.

Vergil guides him to his very awesome town called Palamon full of his super smart and cool humans!! just in time for the worst of the worst of rasputin’s stragglers to attack the town. And so the quest for Dredgen-4′s head on a stick (and some nonrampant rasputin cores) begins.

the team! Felwinter an exo with a minor imprint of the systems most hated warmind chilling in his exobrain, CHLM Nighthawk Jaren Ward (now Ward-1 lol), confused VRGL Security Dude Shin Malphur, JYS researcher Camrin Demuzi, and a freshly defrosted Ana Bray,,,

#destiny #destiny 2 #felwinter #warmind au #doodle

[blackwaxidol]

Drone post i fished from my drafts and finished up. it has no beginning or end i am far too scatterbrained to not indulge in train-of-thought paragraphs this is incredibly long

Drone does not like Europa very much, it took her more than a week to even consider stepping foot on it, she'd been... content to let everyone pass her by in a mad dash to glimpse at the strange signals emanating from the Galilean moon. to call her response to the message "content" is entirely incorrect, although her demeanour may be forever difficult to scry the emotional value of. she has a nervous habit of bringing her interlocked hands to her sternum, it could be mistaken for a pleading gesture were her face conveying adequate expression. her eyes are widened, but most people do not look so closely.

she has enough of Europa in her dreams and hypnagogic hallucinations to last a lifetime, there is nothing she wants to relive. so, she would shuffle through her apartment, picking apart and examining the innards of the Parcel of Stardust that irreparably ceased to function and she would obsessively pore over every last spontaneously-useless gun in her armory until it finally forced anger out of her and she would sit on the floor with her Blast Furnace on her lap and her hands over her face. a sort of computerised sniffling noise emanates from her occasionally. afterwards, she would push the half-dismantled mess under the workbench, and by extension a white sheet, and leave the room with her jaw clenched.

she makes herself comfortable in her proverbial fox den (the Drifter had called it a "nasty love nest", and narrowly avoided a swift punch to the jaw) and stays still under her weighted blanket for a while, ruminating. when Valin returns he is inevitably dragged under the sheets as a sailor's boat may be overtaken by a sea monster. Drone stubbornly refuses to elaborate and may instead lay there quietly contemplating the state of things with two warm arms wrapped around her waist and the imprints of lip gloss on her neck.

a lot crosses her mind, none of it considered anything more than recreational; she likes to consider memories of places she has explored if she is undergoing the process of sleep. hazy movements during a Dread patrol, sifting through vast hallways for the strange calcific masses that plague the titanic flagship like tumours or perhaps barnacles. there is a lifetime of data neatly woven within the very atomic bonds of those crystals and she always enjoyed hearing her beloved chatter about what new (yet terribly old, for Valin knows many things and this is mere rediscovery in the form of a dinosaur fossil) aberrant verse he has unraveled from the mind of the late Navigator. the Dreadnaught was formulaic enough that her brain can easily trick itself into feeling movements wash over the muscles as another jump onto a planeshifting platform is achieved. sink too deeply, and she bolts upright thinking she has just been bisected by a Cleaver only to discover it is mere fantasy puppeteering her mind.

such arguably troubling or morbid hallucinations are her favourite, the biomechanical-gothic architecture and complex arcana of the Hive are fascinating to study. her least favourite mind-constructs are those imposed by Clovis Bray. even so far from Europa, the hungering ascaris of SIVA lives and dies in the Plaguelands and she has never wanted anything to do with the supperating pustule that is the Tyrant's commands threaded through her exoneurons. she had been born, once, and a man of obsession had found a use for the "idiotic white noise" that lingered in spite of her transfiguration into a polymeric machine woman. a clean dose of radiolaria under vivisection to comprehend the inherent problem would be a fascinating study, but an Exomind is far too expensive to pick apart like a child impulsively dismantles their toys... thus, intricate wiring is set in stone and Xiu-1 is christened GEMU DRONE, a name her esoteric father had placed upon her for he loved the arts and humanities. GEMU, a mountain Goddess with knowledge of all the world (trapped or subsumed or graciously settled into the mountain she had been left upon, pick your poison) and DRONE, a terrible construct to deliver cold judgement from on high at the command of a master. unimportant glia segmented, a whisper of ABSALOM KNIFE had been breathed into the empty space. reimagined lethality, word into law spoken at gunpoint. an itch that cannot be scratched.

when she was reborn in the Light, her first thoughts were of fratricide. she does not know what a brother of hers could look like, but the uncontrollable obsession to grind his titanium-alloy bones to dust between her mechanical jaws shaped many of her formative movements. she unearthed and ransacked seraph bunkers as freely as she chose to breathe, but she never found Site 6. her armoury was littered with esoteric weapons of war gifted by minimalist and empty-minded metal skeletons as if she had many birthdays. when the Iron Lords perished, the flames that forged her motives had been wholly and irrevocably extinguished, and the phantom of SIDDHARTHA GOLEM faded from her mind like scar tissue that melts with time.

the days before the Black Fleet's arrival could be summarised as a hazy psychosis. for every omniscient satellite tower a Guardian helped erect, her grasp on reality and self-governed movement seized and stuttered. there is no machine the warmind could not want, no asset too unreachable to bring into his arms and configure in his image. there was a nauseating buzzing along her spine and she had been driven to automutilation to make it stop. her Ghost, who had long since accepted the stubbornness of his charge and the SIVA node he was essentially entombed in, took a page out of Eos's book and let Drone be unreachable in death for a week or two. the rest was helpful, he observed, but Drone spoke of death-dreams about an ancient garden that felt like home. it felt, she told him, like she had met family she did not know she had.

amongst the flowers, her brassy and moss-woven cousins, winnowing in their billions.

#viktor.txt #oc: drone #long post #this has been in my drafts for a long while #upon requemst of Gwen... i unearth Drone Lore for you... #everything after the third paragraph is what i have just added #i adore discussing the mechanics of hypnagogic hallucinations i have had them my entire life #it is the most absurd form of hallucination i can think of #you can allow yourself to sink into what your brain is projecting and soon the lines between what is real and isn't completely blur #you are obviously not acting out movement but you FEEL like you are. your muscles feel like they are pleasantly moving in mimicry #and you may be prone to jolting out of a hallucination if you fall too far down #these tags were written in paragraph four and have long since become irrelevant #i know this post could be split into smaller posts but i am not good at segmenting topics like this. enjoy behemoth of several topics. #i have a little tiny post a few spaces above this (soon to no longer be) draft that is quite menial in comparison #just light discussion on the topic of domestics and disability #gwen if u made it this far i am digesting ur messages slowly like a fine buffet meal that i intend to return to several times #chew... chew... chew... thinking of response... #oh wrow the new half of this post took me almost an hour to conjure... my poor bedtime...

[thesevenseraphs]

So I've barely touched Destiny 2 this season (and last tbh but its due to similar troubles) and I've made up my mind that I want to get back into the game, is there any way I can catch up with (what seems to be) everyone else in a decently quick manner? I'm barely light level 960 at this point and I've no idea how to get the warmind bits for the bunkers quickly enough :(

Once you reach 960, you’ll want to start doing your weekly milestones and anything that rewards “powerful” rewards. This will help you reach the hard cap of 1000. This should be a little easier to do now that gambit, strike, crucible, and clan milestones are now a pinnacle reward. That will help you boost up real quick!

As far as bunker and bits go, right now the EDZ bunker is the current “active” bunker. You will find daily bounties there that rewards 50 bits per bounty. So you could get 200 every day.

I recommend this order for upgrading:

This will help reduce the cost of needed bits and when you reach #6, you will be rewarded bits for crucible and strikes. After that, upgrade whatever you like. I recommend doing this order for each bunker. 

Keep in mind that you have to clear the bunker every day before you can upgrade anything. To do that, walk past Rasputin and open the doors to begin cleaning it out.

Each upgrade will give you chips. Those chips are used to level up your reputation with Rasputin, which will unlock a different set of bunker bonus upgrades:

With roughly a month and a half left in the season, you have PLENTY of time to do it. So do not fret! 

EDIT: Also, a new public event has appeared where you escort some Rasputin frames to a Rasputin node. Protecting them and interacting with the node will award you encrypted warmind bits, used to open warmind chests in the legendary lost sectors and seraph tower public event.

#joan-of-the-deserts

[brontios-helm]

Destiny 2: Pandora's Bunker

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 gif #ana bray #ana bray gif #season of the seraph #destiny 2 season of the seraph #destiny 2 mars #mars #mars gif #warmind bunker #bungie #destiny 2 pc

[sundayswiththeilluminati]

i have spent the entirety of destiny's lifecycle simping for rasputin and getting made fun of for it by the friends i play the game with. despite taking a break from the game i frequently check r/destinylore to see if my boy's gotten back up. people see it as a testament to the darkness's strength that he got knocked out but i see it as a testament to rasputin's strength that he's the only one (i think) who survived the darkness's direct opposition. he's made to win and now he sees the way :)

Dude, I don’t know what your friends are on. Rasputin is one of the most fascinating characters in a lore that’s chock-a-block with great ones I mean FOR EXAMPLE: 

Rasputin is one of only four AI in all of Destiny and by far the most ubiquitous. If you played Destiny 1 - or if you play New Light - you literally wake up in his shadow. Rasputin runs subtle but ever-present in the background of our Guardian’s story. Even when he himself isn’t around, his assets and deeds affect us - his facilities, his weapons, his history.

Even during the Golden Age Rasputin was unique among AI. He’s always been exceptional - bigger, older, stranger.

Rasputin is one of only three Destiny characters to have faced Darkness directly...

...and Rasputin is the only major character to choose to turn aside from Darkness. He faced the Darkness, learned its philosophy of selfishness - of strength coming from solitude, from casting aside the weak, from prioritizing your own survival - put it into practice for centuries, and then changed his mind. He heard the Light’s pitch, he weighed the options, and he chose to move to Light’s philosophy. He opened up to alliance and cooperation, resuming his position as defender of the system. It’s such a cool story and it’s such a damn shame the Warmind DLC did a crap job of telling it.

He brought down the Almighty from a cave with a box of scraps.

He had the absolute balls to put a metaphorical gun to a god’s metaphorical head and tell it that if humanity went down he would make certain it went down with us.

He runs on some kind of crazy high-tech artificial elemental (Seraph) energy that shows up nowhere but in him and we still have no idea what it is or what it can do.

His very existence bothered Clovis Bray so much, which frankly should be classified as a public service.

He builds weapons so good they keep getting nerfed. The IKELOS 1.0.1 shotgun broke the weapon meta so badly guns got locked to elements. The 1.0.1 sniper got Box Breathing nerfed in like a week. Sleeper Simulant’s been nerfed at least 8 separate times (that is not hyperbole).

He was literally born from drama, aesthetic, and spite. He is the incarnation of “I lived bitch.” He probably still has 18 petabytes of Golden Age memes stashed away in a bunker and he uses them to drive the Vex insane.

They built him to be a war machine...and they failed. He fights because he thinks it’s his responsibility, but pre-Guardian Felwinter - who got to live the life Rasputin wanted to live - wasn’t a soldier. He spent his time learning. Painting. Listening to music. Reading books. Talking to people. Playing chess. Just living and participating in culture. He even died in a library. That schism between what Rasputin wants and what he thinks he has to do is fascinating.

Speaking of Felwinter, Rasputin created an entire person(!) from a fork of himself AND that person became a Guardian. A very good Guardian.

He witnessed firsthand what Darkness can do. He felt it during the Collapse. He saw it kill everyone he knew and cared about. He saw it, personally, in real-time, do things like stretch the entire moon Titan like a toy stress ball. He even admitted he was terrified of its return. But still when Darkness entered out system he stood against it anyway. He fired on it anyway.

He knows everything and he could be anything and he’s chosen to be a cranky old weirdo and I love him

Rasputin is unique in the pantheon of both Destiny personalities and factions. He’s the old man, the Tyrant, Big Red, humanity’s shield and sword, last survivor of the Golden Age. He exists on both grand and personal scales, speaking to a single human or to the Traveler or to the Darkness itself. Every faction in Destiny knows who he is, they’ve all tried to steal from him at some point, and most of them have come off the worse for it. 

Consider the Almighty. Not only is it the prize superweapon of an interstellar empire, but it’s also been used on many campaigns of conquest before us. Whatever civilizations Ghaul conquered must have thrown everything they had at the big laser holding their suns hostage, and all of them failed to take it down. It sustained damage in the Red War and hasn’t been repaired since, but it’s still a huge, very heavily-armored structure that’s survived multiple other civilizations’ do-or-die assaults. Not only did Rasputin succeed in destroying the Almighty, he succeeded using hastily-scrambled assets reactivated after centuries of disuse bodged together into brand-new weaponry on the fly.

I do see it as a testament to the Darkness’ strength that it disabled Rasputin, not because it was able to do so but because it disconnected a highly fault-tolerant networked intelligence nearly everywhere simultaneously. That points again to its ability to control fundamental principles of the universe. The Marasenna describes the vacuum of space becoming opaque to radio during the Darkness’ first attack, and doing something similar to rupture communication between all his warsats at once would be the clearest way to take Rasputin down. 

But it’s also a testament to Rasputin’s strength that Darkness bothered to extinguish him in the first place - because coming from Darkness, that’s a sign of favor. The Darkness believes the best thing you can do to someone is try to wipe them out, forcing them to evolve and change and get sharper. It took the time to speak to Rasputin face-to-face during the Collapse and saw Rasputin learn from it. Now it’s curious if that interesting little AI has learned enough; and indeed Rasputin managed to survive. He learned from Darkness’ first attempt. He’s learned from this second attempt. I have no doubt he’ll come back stronger. I have no doubt the Darkness will whisper to him again that his true strength would be found on its side, not ours. And I have no doubt he’ll defend us anyway.

#Destiny 2 #Rasputin #Warmind #yesssss join me in Rasputin fan hell #we stan one (1) literal legend #overthinking is my superpower #'An ancient figure shared his name. Someone notoriously hard to kill.' #ra ra Rasputin Mars' greatest war machine #he bears an immortal name #output generated #I DON'T EVEN GO HERE except now I do

[gunssmoke]

HC: In her first life, Fable was Dr. Carmen Ferraro, one of the scientists sent to colonize Mars and help with the Bray's new Warmind program. She was a timid sort that kept her nose clean and blended in with the background as well as she could, despite handwriting secrets within the code of the Seraph bunkers that others would kill to get their hands on.

To say that modern day Fable was disquieted when the bunkers responded readily to her neurological markers, is an understatement. She tends to avoid them when possible, especially any information about who she once was.

#headcanons

[vagrantblvrd]

I love that there’s a cat in the EDZ bunker which helps support my rambling thing about cats in my Destiny 2 AU?

But also.

Imagine those idiots playing Moon Ball with the Warmind Cells?

I imagine Michael and Jeremy are the main instigators in this, but who even knows, okay? Zavala and Ana call for help and then blah, blah, blah, until they get their hands on their first Seraph weapons and then it’s just. Not a great time for whatever enemies they run across next, you know?

Checking out a Seraph tower and yelling Moon Ball (Warmind Cell???) before hurling one at a group of Fallen or Cabal and the other one shooting it to make go boom.

Gavin and Ryan coming across the two of them in the middle of an event and being ??? before realizing the potential?

Poor Matt and Fredo somehow always targets of wayward Warmind Cells.

Also, cats, probably.

...Not in the same area of a spirited match of Warmind Cell? But also imagine after clearing the bunker for the day one of the cats batting a Warmind Cell around while the others are like !!! even though there’s no way the cat could make it go boom. (Probably?)

Also/or?

Imagine these idiots using their Ghosts in a game of Moon Ball (kind of literally given what shell their Ghost is sporting at the time???) and their poor long-suffering Ghost just going along with it?

Can you imagine the shenanigans, especially if their Ghost is miffed at whoever they get hurled at? (Forget Truth or Jotunn’s tracking ability, okay, the fucking Ghost will not miss at any range. Also transmatting itself/phasing through any obstacles in its way to get their target.)

Their Ghost having had enough of this ridiculousness and transmatting away in the middle of a game in a huff and so on, idk.

#ragehappy #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #Beyond the Horizon #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[warlordfelwinter]

No Kingdom to Come :: Chapter 13

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Timur was watching him. Felwinter could almost feel his gaze as he laid a hand over the console and it flashed orange as the Seraph bunker recognized him. He had always come to these places alone, or disguised how he got in, hiding it from Timur. It was almost a relief not to have to pretend anymore, even if it meant Timur dissecting every movement.

"That is… fascinating," Timur murmured as the doors opened and they walked inside. "Why would Rasputin make an exo?"

"I don't remember," Felwinter said. "I only know what Felspring and I have found. We believe I was built to study humanity during the Golden Age."

"Hm. I wonder what changed, then, for him to want you dead?"

"I have no idea," Felwinter said honestly. He could only imagine it was because he had accidentally stolen this body from Rasputin. Turned away from whatever directive he'd had before.

"Well, after we find SIVA maybe we can go ask him," Timur offered, wandering over to one of the computers and setting his Ghost to start hacking into it as Felwinter powered the facility on.

Felwinter huffed. "I would prefer to stay as far away from him as possible."

Felspring headed over to another console and they fell into familiar silence. This was a pattern by now. They knew what to look for and how to find it. Hours passed as they dug into the databases housed here, the silence broken only occasionally by frustrated noises from Timur or quiet humming. And then, as Felwinter looked through maps, he came across coordinates he hadn't seen before.

"Felspring, check these coordinates," he said, giving them to her.

She put them into the console she was working on and a moment later flashed some code up onto the holographic display. "Research center," she said. "Containment facility for something called AMPHION LYRE."

"Amphion lyre?" Timur echoed, walking over to look at the display. "I've seen that before. Siberia."

Felwinter looked at him. "Do you think...?"

Timur grinned. "Site 6. It's gotta be." He clapped Felwinter on the shoulder and squeezed lightly, ecstatic. "We found it." He laughed and ran over to another console, grabbing whatever maps he could.

Felspring drifted closer to Felwinter, her light a little dim. He could feel her uncertainty.

"Wasn't that kind of… too easy?" she asked quietly.

"We've been here for hours," Felwinter replied. "And we've been searching for years."

"Sure," she said. "But not as long as it took to find SIDDHARTHA GOLEM. Not as long as it took to get away from him. Compared to all that, this was… too good to be true." She almost sounded pleading, still keeping her voice quiet enough that Timur couldn't overhear. "After everything, why would he do this? Why would he just drop this in your lap?"

"He didn't," Felwinter said, shaking his head. "We found it."

"He let us find it, Felwinter, I'm almost positive."

"No. We found it." He understood Felspring's concern but he knew she was wrong. This hadn't been easy. It had been years of effort, years of dead ends and frustration, years of watching people die pointlessly when SIVA could have saved them. He couldn't give up hope now.

"If anybody can get Rasputin to cooperate with the Iron Lords, it's us," Felwinter said. As much as he didn't want to talk to the Warmind, he suspected he would have to to end this. "We know him better than anyone. I know him better than anyone. This is it, Felspring. This could change everything."

She didn't reply and she never had to. Her doubts were his and his certainty was hers.

"Ready to go?" Timur asked. "We can go scout it out before we tell the others."

Felwinter nodded.

"Sometimes I wish we'd just stayed on that mountain," Felspring said softly. "Alone."

"Me too," Felwinter said, and it was a lie. He followed Timur to the door, powering the bunker down as he went. "But we didn't."

.

.

"Oh, fantastic," Timur breathed, looking through the scope of his rifle. "It looks completely intact. No Fallen intrusion."

They were perched in a safe lookout, a decent distance from the entrance to Site 6. It hardly looked special from the outside, but Felwinter had identified a few security measures already. The Warmind was here and he was active. As Felwinter had suspected, Rasputin was guarding SIVA. It could be dangerous in the wrong hands, so Felwinter would just have to convince him that the Iron Lords were the right hands.

Timur holstered the rifle on his back and shifted, ready to hop over the ledge.

"Come on, I want a closer look."

Felwinter grabbed his arm. "No."

Timur looked at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"He's here. Rasputin. We need to be very careful about how we do this."

Timur shifted back. "He's going to try and kill you if you get close, isn't he?"

"Possibly."

"What about me?"

Felwinter shook his head. "You won't be able to get in without me."

Timur hesitated and Felwinter could see his mind working, trying to figure out a way to get closer. Eventually he shook his head.

"Let's go back to Vostok. We've got the location, we can discuss how to approach with the others."

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"Site 6 is locked down, you said that yourself," Saladin said, leaning back in his seat. "With a Warmind guarding it we have no idea what kind of security measures are in place. Golden Age tech is durable. We might be walking into a trap set centuries ago."

Felwinter crossed his arms, standing next to where Timur sat. "Timur and I have broken into countless Golden Age facilities before, and I've infiltrated several Seraph bunkers. Hasn't been a problem."

Saladin shook his head. "The mortar has barely dried on the City walls. We've driven most of the Warlords back but they're watching. This may not be the time for risk."

Felwinter could understand Saladin's worry, though he didn't agree with it. Scarce months had passed since Six Fronts and the City remained fragile. They had built new walls, reinforcing previous defenses, but everyone was aware of what they could have lost. He didn't think that was a good reason to hesitate. With SIVA, they wouldn't have to worry.

"That's not what we're discussing," Timur said. "What about the Warmind? If SIVA's under his protection, he won't take kindly to theives. We need a way to approach him."

"We're not stealing anything," Felwinter said. He hesitated. "I think I can communicate with Rasputin."

Timur looked at him sharply, unspoken concern in his gaze.

"It's a computer," Jolder said. "It'll do what it's programmed to do, no matter how clever your arguments are."

"Rasputin's primary directive is to protect humanity. He'll listen."

Timur laid a hand on his arm. "You don't have to do that," he said softly.

Felwinter looked at him for a moment and then returned his gaze to Saladin.

"With SIVA we could build more cities. We could help more people. We could create a new Golden Age."

He was well aware how much he was beginning to sound like Timur, but he couldn't help it. Timur's passion was infectious.

"He's right," Skorri said. "We need a way to give back. When you replant a forest, you don't stop after one or two saplings."

They all fell quiet and Felwinter looked between them, trying to see where they were at. Jolder was frowning, but frowning meant thinking. Silimar looked worried. Most were on his side, Felwinter knew, but that meant nothing without a consensus.

"The Golden Age isn't coming back," Saladin said, frowning contemplatively. "But you're right. SIVA could change lives. It feels like a worthy risk."

That launched the others into chatter, talking amongst themselves and considering. SIVA was a consensus, Felwinter thought. The danger of confronting a Warmind had thrown a wrench into it all. Timur's hand gripped his arm tighter, anxiety in his golden gaze as he waited for their answer.

Felwinter moved one of his hands to cover Timur's, an attempt at reassurance. He could understand Timur's anxiety. They had put so much time into this, so much effort. It couldn't end here.

"Well, why not?" Perun said, eventually. "We don't want people thinking the Iron Lords have retired, after all."

Radegast smiled. "Is everyone in agreement?" he asked, quieting the room. One by one, they agreed. Timur relaxed, relieved smile breaking into an excited grin. That dangerous, beautiful grin that had started all of this.

"In that case, we'll start preparations immediately. Every Iron Lord will march on Site 6. If Felwinter can't convince Rasputin to give us SIVA, we will take it by force."

They wouldn't have to, Felwinter told himself. It would work. It had to work.

#love it when lore writes dialogue for me #destiny #iron lords #no kingdom to come #fic

[screaming-skvll]

“Where’d you get that new bit? I thought we found all the bits already.”

“Turns out there was one last bit for the pommel. I believe it’s now complete.”

“How many bunkers have you ransacked to find all these doo-dads?”

“Uh... Let’s say less than a dozen.”

“I’d hate to see you make a rounding error. OK, well, if it’s complete, now what? What’s it do?”

“You’ve been asking the whole time, and I’m still not convinced it does anything.”

“The bits have gotta be for something. It can’t just be an unnecessarily ornamental knife for no reason.”

“Dunno. Have you seen some of the old Seraph regalia other, uh, bunker enthusiasts have been turning up lately? Lot of quite ornate stuff. I think Rasputin’s... staff...? They may’ve just had a bit of flair.���

“I refuse to accept that. It’s gotta do something.”

(Warmind Khanjali)

#warmind #rasputin #seraph bunker #microfiction #destiny game #destiny 2 #season of the worthy #artifact