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castorthegreat · 11 months

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castor// journal entry 1// year: 2723

location: uhhh resting above Mars watching a storm cell move north to a cabal fortress

//Just A Pretty Good Person//

okokokay, im so bored. so like i’ve been waiting for several days for a classified ship but it hasn’t appeared on the radar, or anything like it for that matter. it’s been quiet

it’s not really weird it’s quiet but being quiet w my head can be problematic. parents’ death, cayde’s death, and the horrors and trauma i’ve endured over the last decade or so

//ghost whirs, a couple of soft beeps pointed at the Guardian/ “You did tell Zavala you could do a long stake-out.”

i did, yeah.

“What does that mean to you?”

bro we’ve talked about this everyday we’ve been up here

“And everyday you write the same things. Are you supposing you can find an alternative answer?” his Ghost chucked, it’s voice vibrating against his ear comfortingly.

AHAHA. i did laugh a little. but in seriousness, let me complain and be emo about this. i’m not a patient person. it is MY journal. PRIVATE.

“I know this. And so does Zavala”

i imitated his voice, “So does Zavala”

The ghost rolled its eye and brought up a recent message from said Commander, a holoemail i could read. “You know that there is a running bet at home how long you can last, right?”

IFIDKDKE LOL WHAT no way no way I’m literally 32!! i actually saved the galaxy several times??? and they dONT TRUST ME???? i’m pulling up my actual mission stats -

HA, found it. not this page not that page

wait how many pages - oh wow a lot

“You’ve never looked through your statistics profile?”

shut up, u know i have. they changed the layout

“The layout of this document hasn’t been altered since -“ soft orange digital files flew through the document and landed on the front page, “2721. It’s been 2 years.” the look in his eye was amusement.

i laughed but also felt kinda shitty.

hey, lucky charm. whoever started the bet is gonna lose. i don’t plan on actually giving up,,,

Ghost’s engines fluttered with praise, “As I knew you would!”

what was the point of showing me your sidebar chats w officials back home? like, you know i have self esteem issues man

“I joined the conversation because they doubt your skills, I’ve been there and I’ve felt what we’ve gone through. They joke like you’re still a young adult when you were-“

when Pollux and I showed up, i know.

Lucky Charm’s gaze softened, however that was possible, “You’re stronger than their perception. Those who matter are counting on you.”

but you literally didn’t have to bring this up, idgi i’ve been out here. now i’m not gonna stop thinking about this bs.

“I told you this because you deserve to know how others treat and disrespect your skills in the field, or wherever they doubt you.”

okay lol wtf now i wanna know who it is?? is it Osiris?? that mf is always self righteous and mean af OH OR WAS IT -

“Castor,”

i don’t like this shit. i feel like shit.

“You shouldn’t like it, it’s mean.”

IT IS MEAN!! LOL!! like my sis and i are renowned across this shit, our entire squad is famous, idgi. you filled my head w negative thoughts. thaaaanks. i’m telling Andra!!

Ghost laughed, “It’s because you’re so nice and pretty much blissfully unaware that your coworkers can be mean to you.”

i checked my comms and messages starting to actually feel uneasy. can we change the subject?

“Your worth doesn’t belong to others’, my dear friend, is what I’m trying to communicate.”

Poorly.

you could’ve just jumped to this silver lining lol

“Or we can talk about your self esteem issues.”

BROOO i havE A THERAPIST ON BASE I HAVE AN APPT IN 6 DAYS I LIT SAW HER YDAY

“I’m just being a friend,”

i’m not sure how i feel about this, but uh it’s there ig.

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it’s been a few hours - still nothing around mars OH! i did see two cabal ships bump like bumper cars in the south. i clipped it and sent it to the squad LOL

- and i’m still pissed there are bets against me. considering i have a few days on this stake-out i’m stuck w my dep and reflection and i gotta say, im pretty proud of the things i’ve done and do for our galaxy. i think i have good morales and am headstrong about injustice and i know that’s why a lot of them disagree w me, but my contribution to The Tower as a whole, to our Guardian duties and the lives we put behind our shields to protect, i don’t regret my choices. i’m castor tahananui bitch and i’m a pretty descent person

CASTOR OUT 💪🏻🤙🏻

#destiny oc #castor #destiny2 oc #oc entry #ooc i just love him too much to not play w him ^^ i love rping just for fun for myself

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fireteam-dauntless · 4 years

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A Tale of Two Guardians XXV

Chapter 25 : Reevaluation Part 1 of the Destined series masterlist

word count : 2.0K tag list : @mail-me-a-snail @basically-nacl @shins-wife @speed-boop

I woke in my apartment. I felt better; more relaxed, more awake. I was expected to appear before the Vanguard this morning at eight o’clock. I glanced at my clock, it was right before 6. Sunrise would be coming soon, so I rolled out of bed and got into the shower. The hot water felt glorious on my skin and the tension in my body was slowly releasing. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing the Vanguard today. I’m sure Zavala was going to be furious, and he would probably be pushing for me to be suspended, or even put on lockdown, until I could correct my behavior. Maybe even Ikora would agree with him, I’ve been way out of line. I was so personally invested in this mission that my judgement was clouded. The only one who might oppose would be Cayde, since I’ve been on the team with Skinner and Maverick. The only reason Ikora might oppose is because I’m one of the few Stormcallers left.

I stepped out of the shower and dried off my body, then wrapped myself in a bathrobe. I dried my hair with a towel as I walked downstairs. I rounded the corner into the kitchen, and turned on a pot of coffee.

“Oh, you’re awake.” I whipped around at the sound of the voice and thrust my hands forward, a Thunderstrike erupted out of my palms and flashed across the room. A small yelp of pain followed, as well as a dense thud. “Agh! What was that for?!”

My eyes widened when I realized it was Maverick. He was clutching onto his shoulder as his Ghost appeared. I looked at Dawn as she appeared beside me. “Why didn’t you tell me he was here!” I hissed at her, then went over to Maverick and helped him stand up. “Mav, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were here.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he said as his Ghost started healing him. “I’m just glad you’re awake.”

“Oh… I’m sorry. Did you stay here the whole time? How long have I been out?”

“It’s been about two days since I brought you home. I stayed in case Zavala tried to send any of his Bounty Hunters in here. He did once, but they didn’t even get a foot in the door. I didn’t let them.”

“I—thank you, mon cherie, for staying here. Do you need anything?” I asked as I stood and looked around the living room. The files were piled neatly on the table, my mug that I shattered had been cleaned up and thrown away. Anything that I had knocked over in my fit of rage was picked up or tossed if it was broken. I walked over to the burned painting and gently ran my fingers over the scorched edges. I couldn’t believe I had destroyed it, and I felt tears burning in my eyes. “I wish I could change things…” I whispered quietly.

“I know,” he said. “But you were justified. I guess I can understand that… that you hated me in the moment.”

“But still… this feels so wrong. I’ve never destroyed any of my pieces like this.” I walked away from it and into the kitchen, Maverick right behind me. I pulled down a new mug and poured myself a cup of coffee. After taking a couple sips, I sighed. “Maverick… there’s so much I didn’t know about you. Why, why did you feel like you had to hide from me?”

There was a long pause when I turned to him. He was looking at the ground, like he was ashamed. “Angel… You have to understand, there’s a lot about me that I didn’t want you to know. When people know who I am, when they know me only for what I’ve done and accomplished, they change. I… I didn’t want you to change. To be honest, I fell in love with the blissfully unaware Warlock that I met at the entrance to the Vault. I just wanted to feel like a normal Guardian again.”

I felt my cheeks flush and I looked down at the floor. I felt guilty for looking in the file now. “I should have just asked you…” I murmured softly.

He laughed softly. “In your defense, you did.” When I didn’t respond, Maverick smoothed a hand over my hair and gently lifted my chin. “Genesis, this isn’t your fault. I should have told you sooner, I know, but I didn’t want you to leave our team if you knew.”

“I understand, Mav,” I said quietly. “But… I need to get ready. The Vanguard is expecting me within the hour.” I watched the expression on his face shift, almost like he was worried or scared. “Hey….” I smiled gently and placed my hand on his arm. “I’m not going to let them love me away. Everything’s going to be fine.”

I placed my mug down and went upstairs to get suited up. I slipped on my Nerigal Savant III set that I had gotten from Ikora, and went back downstairs. “Maverick, go get Skinner and just wait for me. I’ll be back soon.” As we walked out of my apartment, Maverick caught my hand and stopped me before I could get away.

“Angel…”

“Mon cherie,” I said softly. “I promise you, everything is going to be fine, okay?”

He paused a moment before he sighed and nodded. “Okay.”

I smiled and kissed him softly. His hand squeezed mine tightly. When we parted, I gave him a reassuring smile, and went on my way towards the Tower.

“You know you can’t actually keep that promise, right?” My Ghost said once we were out of earshot. I nodded in acknowledgement as I carried my helmet in my left hand, and ran my fingers through my hair. But I didn’t want to believe in the possibility of getting locked up again. I had to perish the thought.

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“Genesis Page, do you understand the gravity of your actions?” Zavala’s voice was hard and stern.

I stood before the Vanguard, my helmet placed on the table in front of me. I avoided eye contact with the Vanguard Commander. I already explained to him why I disappeared, why I snuck into the Archives, and why I decided to come back. “Commander, I already explained to you everything. I know I acted rashly and completely on impulse and my emotions. And I know that after our unauthorized mission to Phobos, I asked you to give me a chance to prove myself. I know where I stand, and I know my position isn’t good. But Commander, please, you must understand—” I looked up and met his harsh gaze, and he interrupted me before I could continue to defend myself.

“You should be put under lockdown,” Zavala warned, his voice low and cautionary. “Guardian, you are out of control.”

“Genesis is right, Zavala,” Ikora interrupted. “She knows she was wrong to act as she did, which not many will admit. I believe that she should go back into the field after a few days, perhaps. There is still much she doesn’t know about Maverick and Conor’s mission to kill Crota.”

“Genesis, you left the Tower with nothing but your helmet and a hand cannon,” Cayde-6 said. He was staring at me with a mix of admiration and maybe worry. “You could very well have died. But you survived on your own on Venus. And yeah, she screwed up,” he turned to Zavala, “but she’s capable enough to continue. She should go back into the field, her fireteam needs her to complete this mission.”

“And now that she knows the truth of Crota’s death,” Eris said from the side of the room, “she is better equipped to carry out this mission to end the Taken King.”

“Enough!” Zavala shouted and slammed a fist on the table. I winced and looked down again. “Genesis, you must be put under lockdown. We let you go once, but we can’t make the same mistake again.”

“Zavala, please, if you would just listen—!”

He held up a hand to silence me, then typed in a code on the table. Two of the Bounty Hunters that I passed on my way inside walked in behind me.

No, I thought to myself. Not today.

Arc energy surged through my core, straight through my arms, legs, and mind. I cast my Stormtrance and looked over at the Bounty Hunters, who backed off, but still kept their weapons trained on me. I turned back towards the Vanguard. They all had backed away from the table, but Ikora was smiling proudly and Cayde was grinning, like he was antsy to see what was happening next. Zavala was the only one who looked angry that I cast my super inside of the Tower. Before he could react or say a thing, I blinked directly in front of him, my eyes white with the Arc energy that was flowing through my body.

“Go ahead, Commander,” I taunted. “Lock me up. Try. But I am no use to the Vanguard or to my team if I am on lock down.”

I heard the door burst open behind me, both Skinner and Maverick had rushed inside, ready to defend me. I turned to look at them and they both stopped in place. I had this under control. Skinner nodded and placed a hand on Mav’s shoulder, but they both were grinning. I turned back to Zavala once the Arc Light around me faded. He simply stared at me in disbelief. But I didn’t touch him. His bounty hunters couldn’t do anything, since I didn’t attack anyone. After a moment of tense silence, Zavala sighed.

“Your temper needs to be brought under control, Guardian.”

“I am in complete control of my emotions and my Light, Commander.”

He walked away from me and over to Ikora, and they spoke quietly for a moment. I glanced at my Fireteam with a faint smile on my lips. I was glad they had my back, even if I didn’t need it.

“Yes… Very well…” Zavala turned back to me, almost looking disappointed. “Genesis, you will be able to return to the field after a few days to… cool off. Take this time to learn more about your Fireteam. Be ready to return to the field in 72 hours. Dismissed.”

The Vanguard all left the room, followed by the bounty hunters. I looked at Maverick and Skinner, and walked over to him. I smiled at Mav. “See? I told you everything would be fine.”

Skinner laughed maniacally. “You should have seen the look on Zavala’s face! The only other person who’s stood up to Zavala like that had been Metal Man over here!”

Maverick hugged me tightly. “Good. I say we all go drinking before we sit down and talk about the team’s history. This is a victory for all of us. Especially you.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you confront someone like that, especially not the Vanguard,” Skinner added as we walked out of the room.

“Well,” I said and wrapped one arm around each of their shoulders. “What can I say? I have a family to fight for.”

Maverick leaned down to my ear. His mouth brushed gently against the shell of my ear and my cheeks lit up pink with blush. “I’m proud of you, Angel,” he said quietly, so quietly that Skinner didn’t even hear him.

I smiled softly as we entered the Plaza and Skinner hit the button for the Elevator down to the City. “Thank you,” I whispered back.

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