Destiny: The Legendary Hunter

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Inside the vault, dust still hung thick in the air. Everything was in ruin, scorched hunks of metal and shattered tiles were scattered everywhere. Chunks of the ceiling had buckled under the force of the detonation, leaving the once-pristine control chamber in utter disarray.

Amid the debris, a lone flicker of light pulsed erratically.

Obsidian flittered above the wreckage, his body flickering with light as he navigated the rubble. Obsidian beamed a blue laser, carefully scanning every inch of the place as he went back and forth.

Then finally, a soft answered the narrow blue beam of his scanner as he swept it across the rubble.

He hovered, and scanned again. He was sure that Void was there beneath the pile of twisted plating and fractured flooring. The signal was weak, but unmistakably familiar.

He let out a relieved sigh and dove closer.

A spark burst from his eye as Obsidian focused all energy into a concentrated pulse. The light expanded rapidly, as it condensed around him. Obsidian's hexagonal frame seemed to open up as he fired the beam, electricity arced through the rubble in sharp jolts.

Dust blew outward from the blast, an ashen and gloved hand punched through the surface.

"F*ck me" A voice echoed from underneath the rubble.

Void's fingers dug into the debris as his other arm emerged. A grunt escaped him as he dragged himself from the wreckage, he sat up. His vision blurred.

"Rise and shine princess" Obsidian hovered beside him.

Void shook his head as he looked around the vault, "So? Anything useful?"

"Nope, guess that's it for this vault. Everything is burned to a fine crisp." Obsidian replied.

"Well, maybe if the bastard didn't blow every bunker up we'd have something to go off of." Void grumbled, dusting off his cloak.

He pushed himself to his feet, and slowly scanned the ruined room.

The vault was nearly unrecognizable, even the terminal he hoped to dismantle was in pieces. Suffice to say, Rasputin had made sure to not leave any crumbs behind.

Void's eyes narrowed as he surfed the rubble, flickering across the room. 

"How long was I down?" He asked, combing through the rubble.

Obsidian also scanned around, "About ten minutes? I had to wait for the gas valves to reset." 

"That bastard pulled a fast one on me" Void shook his head, the one thing he never expected was to face an oxygen crisis on Earth. Despite being immortal , at his core he was still human. Without Oxygen, Void could barely function.

The two waded through the debris, occasionally turning over stones to scavenge anything left behind. Naturally, nothing much had survived a blast of that scale. 

At least, that's what they'd thought. As Void's eyes fell on a piece of jagged metal plating near a rock, he immediately recognized it. 

Void cut through the rock, and wrecks of the Prime Juggernauts stood out—massive heaps of armor melted from the inside out due to the smoldering core plating. His eyes narrowed, "Jackpot."

Wordlessly, he walked over, knelt beside one of the husks, and placed a hand on the fractured shell.

Obsidian gave the Juggernaut a scan, working out its inner circuits, and Void pulled out his tools. It took a few minutes, but he worked quickly, dislodging servos, plating, fragments of augmented cores, and multiple power regulators. One by one, he stored them in his inventory, careful not to waste even an inch of potential.

"Pahanin's gonna love this one" Void chuckled.

"Uh huh." Obsidian hummed, "Not sure he'd be that excited for the work that comes with it."

Void paused, scratching his helmet.

"I mean, he'll take care of it..." 

Finishing up his scavenging act, Void trudged toward the exit, he looked up at the elevator shaft. It extended high into the darkness, Void exhaled, shoulders sagging slightly.

"Of course," he muttered. "Never an easy way out."

"Right...See you outside!" Obsidian immediately blinked away.

Void couldn't help but shake his head as he walked over to the shaft's base. He patted his blade, "Guess its just you and me bud."

But the pale light in his blade seemed to stirr.....quickly vanishing.

And with that, he began the slow ascent, hauling himself back toward the surface, each step a dull echo in the ruins below.

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[Workshop, Thieves Landing]

The workshop stirred as figures shuffled across workbench to workbench.

Pahanin and his clones worked in focused silence. Tables overflowed with weapon parts, mods, and frame schematics, the air dense with the smell of solder and oil.

"Barrel's off by two degrees," one of the clones muttered, peering down the sightline of a half-assembled pulse rifle.

Another clone grunted from across the room. "Fix it before you ruin the entire batch again."

"Recoil is too much, ballistics can't support this half strewn design." A clone chimed in, tossing away a prototype.

A fourth clone shook his head. "Design's non negotiable, change element type, try a different frame."

"It's not a fusion rifle, frame can't be changed dumbass." A sharp retort came.

Pahanin wiped his brow, barely listening. His focus remained on a custom core he was tuning—something experimental, something that could channel high voltage without melting its housing.

Around him, the clones continued to troubleshoot, optimizing his designs as they argued in half-sentences.

Then, his wrist buzzed.

The workshop door creaked open a second later, and Void stepped in, his armor still marked with dust and scratches.

Pahanin glanced up. "You look like shit."

Void smirked, "Nice to see you too."

With a clank, he set down a bundle of salvaged parts onto a workbench. Chunks of Juggernaut frame plating, arc-stained power cells, stripped servos—all glinting with residual energy.

Pahanin narrowed his eyes, but didn't leave the workbench.

Two clones scuttled over and picked up one of the scorched cores, turning it over slowly.

"Golden Age Metallurgy" The first clone hummed, and the second continued, "Refined, high-density. I've not seen this particular design before"

Void leaned against the table. "Rasputin's got many of those, happened to fight a few of his frames so I got to scrap them."

"Quite the surprise," Pahanin muttered, scratching his chin. 

Obsidian blinked ahead. "Did you get the files I sent?" 

Pahanin tapped his comms as he looked at the messages, "Seems like I did, didn't have the time to check it out."

He waved off the clones, and they carried the Juggernaut parts to a corner of the workshop for storage.

"What're these for?" Pahanin opened the schematics he received from Obsidian, carefully studying the designs.

"Fallen Splicer tech. House of Devils." Void replied, putting the pieces he'd scavenged on the table.

Pahanin frowned, taking a closer look at the part that had been placed down, "Fallen tech? Are you sure?"

"Pulled it right off a Vandal, I am sure as hell." Void nodded.

Pahanin shuffled the part in his hand, carefully observing it from every angle. Then he seemed to fall silent, muttering to himself.

"What's the deal?" Void interrupted.

"This...doesn't look Eliksni. It's a mix, a hybrid." Pahanin answered as he set the part down.

"How'd you know?" Void raised a brow.

"Fallen don't treat their metal that way. The design is human. Or at least, was. Looks like its a mixed up hybrid. If the House of Devil's is giving it to Vandals, you'd best be careful. They've got some serious gear in the making, and they're not getting it from Earth."

Void paused.

Pahanin continued, "As for where its really from, I suppose Spider might know more." 

"I will figure it out". Void nodded, "Can we reverse-engineer it?"

"Possibly. It's splicer work, stitched together with crude efficiency. We could break it down, maybe but no guarantees." Pahanin shrugged.

Pahanin's figure glimmered as another clone appeared joining the others at the workbench.

Void glanced down at the gear spread across the room. "Quite the serious spread, made any progress?."

"Well, since we've got a few new guardians joining up, I thought to give them a nice surprise." Pahanin finally shifted from his seat and lazily handed over a finished prototype to Void.

"Nice finish, how many of these do we got?" Void caressed the barrel of the hand cannon, this one seemed denser than the previous edition.

"For now? Just the one. Working on more." 

"Right, keep me updated, I'll go and pay Spider a visit." He turned to leave, but was immediately yanked back.

"Nope. You're staying. We've got too much to do." Pahanin grabbed his shoulder.

Void blinked. "You want me to help you build weapons?"

"You want em." Pahanin muttered. "You help make 'em."

Void let out a tired sigh. "Then at least teach me that clone technique. I'm not grinding this out alone."

Pahanin smirked. "Just get to work, "

Void grumbled.

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