Author's Note: So, as I said previously, I wanted to provide some snippets to sort of give newcomers an idea of how we got where we currently are in-story (because some who read GONG may have forgotten by now...or didn't read it at all. Seriously, go read it, even if it takes a while).
And who better to explain it than ol' Cayde himself?
Grimoire: Book - Cayde's Guide to the Galaxy
I will start by saying that I have no idea how Buck got me into this one. If anyone asks, I plead the Fifth...damn it, that's another catchphrase I'll need to research. I don't have the time!
But all joking aside, there are a lot of responsibilities that come with being on the Vanguard. And I do mean a lot. Too much, in my most humble of opinions. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, and all that...gah! That's another one! And who the hell is Jack?!
And yes, I am actually writing down my pauses and random outbursts. It's called a stream of consciousness. It fits the overall theme of this little work.
Namely, helping you. That's right, the one who actually decided to pick up this book and read it. Probably because you saw my name on the cover and thought, there's a paragon of wisdom, what better way to spend my downtime? I'm flattered, but the truth is, there's a lot of new Guardians out there. You'd think the Ghosts would have found them all by now, but time has a weird way of working when it comes to us. Early on, almost all of them ended up choosing people they knew from before the Collapse, what with being human souls stuck in tiny little drones. Well, for the most part; I have no idea how to explain Katsuragi's Ghost.
And honestly, I don't want to, because one of the great parts of life is the mystery: it makes you think, entices you. If everything were explainable, everything would be...well, boring.There'd be no new horizon to seek, no new adventure to go on, no reason to wake up and do the same thing over and over and over again, if there wasn't something more meaningful to make it all worth it.
...that was unexpectedly deep. My apologies, let's backtrack.
Bottom line: you newbies make for some prime entertainment material. But there are certain things that are helpful to know, in this strange little universe of ours. And ol' Cayde-7 is here to shoot you straight.
Figuratively speaking, that is. I don't think they'll sell a book that's actually capable of shooting the reader. That'd make for kind of a neat little trap though, wouldn't it? Food for thought later...ah pickles. There's another one. How does that one even make sense? What kind of food would thoughts even eat?
Shut up Buck, I wasn't asking you.
And if the person reading this is actually named Buck, then don't worry, I'm not talking about you. Unless you're my Ghost, reading a copy for some reason. In which case I'm totally talking about you, you punk.
...I'm going to stop sidetracking myself. Let's begin, shall we?
Grimoire: Book - Cayde's Guide to the Galaxy
So, first of all, big question is: given how big our universe is, why in the world is our little Solar System so gosh-darn interesting? I mean, not only does it have us, but it's got time-traveling robots, various aliens, and even people with technicolor skin. And robots that can't time-travel. Which is probably a good thing, because man, the stuff I'd be able to do...but seriously, why?
Why, you ask? Well, it might have something to do with the big white ball you might have heard of by now called the Traveler. It's kind of a big deal.
Who made it? Nobody knows. Variks - he's a cool guy, we'll get to him later - once said that the Traveler actually doesn't remember how it got its start, only that it's been around for a long time. Maybe since the beginning of the universe. Maybe even forever. But that's not the important thing. More importantly, why is it here?
Well, there's a reason it's called the Traveler: it travels from place to place, gifting various species and civilizations the power to wield the Light. That's the stuff that allows you to resurrect after a headshot, a Sparrow accident, or an eating contest gone horribly wrong, by the way. And that's kind of been its gig. Now, for some reason, there's some metaphysical-slash-paracausal-slash-something force called the Darkness - original, I know, but I'm not the one in charge of naming things - that's got a bit of a bone to pick with the Traveler. Wherever it sets up shop, the Darkness inevitably comes after it, breaking its stuff. And by stuff, I mean the countless peoples that the Traveler decided to give a hand to during its long cosmic voyage. Kind of a jerk thing to do, if you ask me; it's like the really annoying sibling that sees his brother making something out of Legos, something cool, and decides to go ahead and break it just because.
Why no Buck, I'm not being bitter. I've matured since those dark and terrible days...oh, you want to play it that way? Fine, Buchanan, but if you call me by my first name one more time, we will have words. Serious and unpleasant words.
Anyhow, eventually, the Traveler must have gotten fed up at one point, because it decided that Earth was gonna be the place where it all went down. The story was a bit more complicated than that, but needless to say, we discovered the Traveler underneath Antarctica in the year 1999, going by the old calendar. And of course, the Traveler started doing its thing: healing the planet, fixing our mistakes, making the other Inner Planets habitable, and generally being a cool dude. So of course, the Darkness has to muck it up in various ways.
On the one hand, you had wish-granting dragons called Ahamkara, which turned out to be the children of a Hive goddess called Nokris. They were a bunch of assholes, and I'm glad they're all dead. On the other hand, you had the Nine, who were a bunch of dicks and a bunch of assholes, who tried to take the power of the Traveler for themselves. I'm glad they're all dead, too. But unfortunately, that whole mess resulted in the MAGI using some cryptic mumbo-jumbo to basically shut down the Traveler for the sake of saving us all. I'm told that the Traveler knew this was going to happen, so I guess that makes it okay? I don't know, I've never had my soul crippled, but I imagine it hurts somethin' fierce.
But if you happen to be a Guardian, that whole chain of events is why your Ghost exists.
So the Traveler was essentially in a centuries-long coma. And in that time, while we tried to pick up the pieces, we got visited by the Hive, who wanted to destroy and maybe eat the Traveler; we got visited by the Eliksni - or the Fallen, as we used to call them - who wanted the Traveler back, and rudely accused us of stealing it from them; we got visited by the Vex, who wanted to study and then do something with the Traveler that involved taking over everything; and we also got visited by the Cabal, who were thankfully more conventional and just wanted the Traveler to make their Empire more powerful. But yeah, a lot of people wanted the Traveler.
Then it woke up, thanks to the MAGI. Still not sure how they pulled that off. But the Traveler apparently saw everything around it - including Oryx's Taken, who are a whole other story - and promptly nope'd out of Earth's atmosphere toward Mercury.
Sure, a lot of people called that a bit of a dick move, but in all honesty, at the time, we were kinda in a bad spot. In all honesty, I think it more than made up for it, what with how it stormed into battle alongside the Eliksni and Unit-01 at the Battle of Saturn, which was something that no one could have seen coming. And if anyone says they saw it coming, they're a filthy liar and should be shunned.
If you ever have time, watch the video pulled from an Awoken Ketch showcasing the Traveler ramming into Oryx's Dreadnaught. And if anyone asks why, it's a small moon ramming into something as big as our Moon. You don't need another reason.
These days, the Traveler is basically chilling on Venus, which has sort of become neutral ground among all the various groups in our ragtag alliance. If you ever get a chance, drop by sometime, just to see it up close. Some people with a strong connection to the Light say that it whispers to them, even now. But to my knowledge, only Variks has actually been inside...if you don't count Shinji Ikari or the Speaker, but we'll get to those two later.
Just promise me that if you do go to visit the Traveler, try to avoid any of the Psion Flayers that have set up shop on Venus. Not that there's anything wrong with em' (depending on what faction they ended up with, of course), but they can spot an easy mark from a mile away. Oh they'll come up, talk about conducting an experiment with the Light, provide you some innocuous and official-looking waivers, and then bam, you'll find yourself running on a treadmill powered by your own Arc energy for hours.
Long story short: the Traveler's all right. And it doesn't look like it's going anywhere anytime soon.
Grimoire: Book - Cayde's Guide to the Galaxy
Ha! Bet you thought I'd talk about Guardians or Ghosts or the Darkness, since I just mentioned the Traveler. Nope, we're going to talk about the Cabal now. Why? Well, I have no idea if the person reading this is going to read stuff in a "logical" order, rather than going to the stuff that interests them. So I'm thinking, why not do the same? I want to talk about the Cabal, so now we're talking about the Cabal.
So. Who are they?
Well, aside from being gigantic space pachyderms in pressurized power armor, there's quite a bit to tell. See, they just showed up in our Solar System out of the blue following the Collapse, well after the Fallen and the Hive and the Vex had come around. Apparently, they were actually investigating the presence of the Vex, only to get distracted by the Traveler. Which is fair, because the Traveler's very distracting.
Had to do a bit of reading (the horror), but apparently the Cabal had been enemies of the Vex for...a very long time. Like, stupid long, before the Empire was even a thing. The Vex just showed up one day, and started destroying everything. With some daring work by a guy named Acrius, they repelled the Vex with a mythical weapon called the Exalted, gifted to them by their sun, Kalos. I know, sounds crazy, but if it was a sentient star, I could see it happening. Don't know if Kalos actually was sentient, but I'm just saying.
You've probably seen weirder things, let's be honest. I certainly have.
Acrius started the whole Emperor gig, along with the Praetorate that founded the whole system of Legions that the Cabal use to this day. Many Emperors later, a guy by the name of Calus got the job, and he was...very unorthodox, by Cabal standards. We're talking about a guy who waxed about beauty and food and hedonism galore...oh, and he also liked gold. Still does, but we'll get to that later.
Not a hit with the military, but he had a good approval rating with his people, so he felt safe to do a lot of crazy things. I mean, the guy somehow managed to trap their sun inside a series of planet-sized rings that rotate around their homeworld, so it could freely roam the cosmos. Do you know what kind of crazy engineering you need to do in order to pull that off? Dr. Akagi (she'll get her own bit, don't worry) does, and she nearly had another reset once she grasped it! Also, that's the reason why their planet, the Fatherworld, currently shares Mars' orbit.
Let's be honest, when you as a species can technically call your own planet a warship, you've hit the big time.
Unfortunately, given the religious connotations involving Kalos, it...wasn't received that well. That's when a guy by the name of Ghaul came in.
Somehow, he got the Exalted, and used it to overthrow Calus. Crushed him like a grape, I hear. Then he became Emperor (though he also went by Dominus as well, for some reason; maybe he just wanted his own title? I mean, think about it: Dominus Cayde. I bet you just peed yourself right now, out of pure terror!), and decided to really ramp up the militarism, complete with extinction events for his vanquished enemies. Pretty brutal, oddly charismatic for a giant warlord...and yet he idolized the Traveler.
I know, weird, right? See, this Exalted was powered by the Light. Through that, the Cabal learned about the Traveler. And once Ghaul learned that the Traveler was in our system...well, he brought the proverbial cavalry. His homeworld and a bunch of Legions made the warp to our Solar System, which helped kick-start the Second Cataclysm. Now that was a raw deal for us.
But the Cabal ended up getting a rawer deal...man, that's a weird word. "Rawer." I feel like I'm playing at being some kind of big cat. Rawr.
Anyhow...their entire history, their entire mythos involving the Exalted? It was a lie. Total fabrication.
See, the Exalted was actually an Evangelion that got lost during the Collapse; this Evangelion got picked up by the Vex, and they gave it to the Cabal. Why? So the Cabal would then act against someone that, at the time, the Vex considered an even greater threat.
Take a deep breath and think about that. Really think. The history of your whole people going back millennia, the lore wrapped around this mythical weapon that you believed was your savior from a race of rampaging machines...was merely a well-crafted lie, so those same machines could essentially turn you against someone else. All the agency you thought you had as a species, all of the glories you boasted of...were built on something fake.
The Cabal didn't take it well.
After Ghaul got killed during the Battle of Saturn, the whole Empire splintered. Umun'arath, the Primus of All Legions, went about trying to sway the various worlds within the Empire to her side. Calus, who somehow survived being killed, kind of took credit for killing Ghaul (even though Shinji and Unit-01 totally did all the work. Freakin' kill-stealer), which sort of started a weird kind of cult around him. To be fair, if you're basically a free-floating mind living on as a mass of psionic energy that can take over other people, you probably deserve to have your own cult. And of course, you have various Cabal warlords of ignoble status all throughout the galaxy who thought to try and stake their own claim.
This was the mess that Empress Caiatl - Ghaul's wife and Calus's daughter, just to add even more drama - inherited.
All told, I think she did pretty well for herself. She's actually sensible and pragmatic. When faced with the upheaval of her people's entire culture, she decided to narrow down to the essentials of what it means to be Cabal: for them, it's the whole idea of making an oath and keeping it. They were big on that well before the Empire was a thing, so it was a good choice. Granted, it means they have less than favorable views of rebels and renegades of any kind, but you can't win em' all. Calus is still a bit of a thorn in her side, but he's kind of a thorn in everyone's side, if that thorn came with magnificent buffets and a fantastic wardrobe.
Anyhow, bottom line when interacting with the Cabal: they expect you to keep your word, and have no tolerance for lying. So keep your promises, honor your contracts, and tell the truth, and you'll probably be okay when dealing with them. If you're someone who likes tall tales and exaggeration, try to avoid setting up any deals if you're ever subject to their jurisdiction (and not the shared legal code we've somehow managed to haphazardly cobble together; that's another entry all its own), because you can actually be executed if you're caught breaking any kind of oath. Even if it's something as innocuous as overstating at how many points you got in your last Crucible match.
Also, unless you've mastered your A.T. Field (or you're a particularly ballsy Titan), I wouldn't recommend arm wrestling or playing rugby with them.
Grimoire: Book - Cayde's Guide to the Galaxy
While I'm thinking about the Cabal, lemme give you a little insight into the Psions. Who were also part of the Cabal Empire, yet...not Cabal. I know, it's kind of confusing.
From my understanding, the Psions were enslaved untold centuries ago before the reign of Calus, becoming a client race of sorts. They claim to be clairvoyant, but I've beaten way too many of them in games of poker to believe that...maybe they were just too drunk to read my mind properly. Yeah, let's go with that. Pro-tip: if you ever want to get on a Psion's good side, go with any kind of alcohol with a fruity flavor. Especially peaches. But make sure you avoid cherry flavors, because they apparently associate that with you trying to come on to them.
Which may be what you're trying to angle for, if you're into the whole 'xenophilia' thing, so you do you, stranger! I bet Fenchurch would give you a thumbs-up. We'll get to him later.
Anyway. What they
apparently lack in clairvoyance, the make up for with mental powers that are not quite physical, not quite spiritual, but still pack a punch. Also, the control they have over their A.T. Fields is mesmerizing. Seriously, you get enough Psions together, and they can make anything move. Take the Behemoth, for example: a gigantic mech cobbled together from starship parts, able to actively counter Unit-02 with only thousands of Psions controlling it. If you know anything about Evangelion, you should know that that's a big deal.
So, if these little guys are so powerful, why exactly did they end up losing to the Cabal?
It's a serious question, cause I wasn't there. Maybe they just lacked the numbers, compared to the imperial Legions. Maybe their metaphysical advantages weren't enough; I mean, every single Cabal soldier is capable of using their A.T. Field as well (which is seriously unfair). However it happened, they ended up becoming slaves. There were a few Psions of note that maintained some semblance of authority, like this Freeborn gal...Otzel? Ozzy? Ozark? It's something with an 'oh' and a 'zee'. Eh, I'll look it up later. Heck, there was at least one Legion that was pretty much comprised entirely of Psions, called the Ice Reapers. They actually invented the Juggernaut, by the way. If you don't know what that is, look it up on your own time. Trust me, it's worth it, but think of a Behemoth that's only Evangelion-sized, and made out of tanks and gunships instead of space-faring vessels.
But in the end, despite whatever autonomy they may have had, the Cabal were the ones who called the shots. So, several years after the Second Cataclysm...there was a revolt.
Nobody really knows if there was one mastermind, or many; however, in light of the Separatists' actions throughout the Empire's extrasolar territory before the War of Unification, enough of the Psions felt plucky enough to start a Rebellion. Which I get, to be honest; wanting to take control over your own fate, to seize your destiny, I totally get that.
Unfortunately, that Rebellion happened in our backyard, so a lot of them ended up fleeing to Earth, or to Mercury, or to the Reef, seeking asylum. And that involves...uncomfortable questions. And a lot of em'.
For example, why specifically were they fleeing? Did they commit any crimes on the way out? Were they of a particular character that would cause problems? Stuff like that, in the face of creatures with really powerful minds that may or may not be capable of mental suggestions. Just saying.
Agh, writing this part is difficult. It was a real crappy deal, but I certainly couldn't blame those who simply felt like the Psions were taking advantage of our generosity in a time where we couldn't afford to do otherwise. That's the thing about competing factions that have mutual parity: you can't afford to act with impunity. Diplomacy's messy, like that. Then came the War of Unification.
And...well, I've often heard some ancient songs play at the Antique Saloon in the City's Wei Ning District (seriously, go there if you want to have good food, good drinks, and a good time. Especially on Taco Tuesdays!), and one of them has lyrics asking what war is good for. Now, the song answers 'absolutely nothing'...which is a nice message. An ideal one.
But practically speaking, a war for survival against a shared enemy does wonders for glossing over some mutual tensions. Umun'arath and her Separatists were that shared enemy.
It sucks, but that's our universe for you.
Now, I wouldn't go so far as to say the Psions have completely integrated. I mean, it all differs depending on where they ended up, be it on Earth, or in the Reef, or on Mercury with the Eliksni. Or with Calus's Loyalists. Heck, a significant portion of Psions remained loyal to Caiatl's Empire, so it's actually something that it'll have to be addressed by them at some point or another. That's one of the difficulties of being a diaspora, with no true homeland to call your own.
Well, they had one, but it got blown up by the Cabal after their defeat all those years ago. So...yeah. Awkward.
Then again, life is a whole series of awkward moments. We'll just have to play it by ear.
In the meantime, if you want to try your luck with the Psions, I would recommend not playing blackjack. They will be better than you at counting cards.
Yes, even if you're an Exo with a robotic mind. Trust me on that one.
Grimoire: Book - Cayde's Guide to the Galaxy
You know, I think we should talk about a rather uncomfortable subject. If you haven't been around long, you might notice that there's quite a bit of tension among our little Alliance. Self-explanatory, honestly, given how we all used to be at each other's throats. But the ones that have been the most difficult...are undoubtedly the Eliksni. Or the Fallen, as we used to call em'. A lot of people still call em' that; kinda hard to remove so much animosity that has decades of backing behind it.
Probably because it turns out, they're just like us, in a way.
See, humanity's introduction to the Eliksni came after the Collapse. We had enough issues with the Risen Warlords, but the Dark Age just had to go 'and then suddenly, ALIENS!' on us. Raiding parties, piracy, scavengers, and a whole lot of murdering. All told, a very strong first impression. And just when it seems we're getting our act together with the formation of the Consensus and the dawn of the City Age, they brought a massive invasion threatening to wipe out the whole place. I mean, we totally kicked ass, but it didn't do anything to endear them to us.
That kind of set the tone for all of interactions with the Fallen from there on out, no matter what House they belonged to. The Battle of Twilight Gap was an even closer call.
But then, many years down the line, we started getting word from the Reef that they had a friendly Eliksni by the name of Variks, of the House of Tabris. Some pieces started getting filled in, and not a few of us wondered about what could have been.
See, the Traveler used to be the patron of the Eliksni; they called it the Great Machine.
On their homeworld of Eliks, the Traveler uplifted a single member of fifteen different species. These fifteen would become known as the Progenitors: Sachiel, Shamshel, Ramiel, Gaghiel, Israfel, Sandalphon, Matarael, Sahaquiel, Iruel, Leliel, Bardiel, Zeruel, Arael, Armisael, and Tabris. I know, kind of jarring for two of them to not have names ending in 'el', but there are certain historians who have some really strange conspiracy theories about those names. Something to do with angels, I think. Might be good for a laugh, if you're bored one day! But anyway, these Progenitors became the founders of the Houses of the Eliksni, and with the Light of the Traveler empowering them, they proceeded to create a new civilization, a Confederacy that spanned an untold number of star systems. Each particular species had certain things they specialized in, due to biology if nothing else, but there had been a sort of harmony about it, by Variks' telling. They had a Golden Age, lasting who knows how long.
Then...they had their own Collapse.
They called it the Whirlwind. As it turns out, the Hive and the Taken were jerks to everyone, because they attacked all of the worlds of the Eliksni. One by one, their Progenitors - proverbial gods - either fell in battle, or were Taken. The House of Matarael fled entirely, which didn't help. A lot of them considered the loss of Zeruel to be the turning point. I would too, if I lost an ally who could literally resist being Taken. And yes, that was totally a thing. Eventually, there was a big showdown on Eliks, between the Taken King and the Kell of House Tabris, Chelchis...and when it seemed like his defeat was assured, the Traveler fled as well.
Yeah, you might have picked up on a bit of a pattern by now.
So the entire Confederacy was essentially broken. The Houses of Sandalphon, Sahaquiel, and Armisael were extinct in their entirety. All of the Progenitors had been lost, by most accounts; all that was left was the corpse of Gaghiel and the soulstuff of Tabris that took residence in Variks, bereft of the power that made them what they were. Some Houses turned to exploration, to try and eke out a meager existence as roaming pirates. Others tried to scavenge what was left of their worlds after the Taken and the Hive moved on. There was a lot of infighting, or so they say.
Then...our Collapse happened. They all felt it, and began making their way to our Solar System. The House of Bardiel - those gooey blobs of blue you might have seen floating around - were simply the first to arrive. And then they saw the fact that the Traveler was here in a shattered husk, and promptly concluded that we had stolen it. Which is why they used to call us 'thieves'. It was like their favorite curse word.
We called em' Fallen, because even before we learned all this, the fact that such disparate species had shared weapons and shared technology and shared modes of government was clue enough about their former greatness. A Kell to rule, a Prime Servitor to create the ether they lived on in the wake of the Traveler's loss, and an Archon Priest to commune with the Prime Servitor, to protect it, and direct the flow of ether: every House had one, for the most part. Unless they got killed, which was a not uncommon occurrence.
But fighting was pretty much all we seemed to know. They wanted the Traveler, and were willing to kill us all for it. We weren't about to give up what we thought was our best hope of survival.
Then...things got crazier. We managed to yoink SIVA out from under the noses of Houses Bardiel and Ramiel...even though they don't have noses, yes I know Buck, lemme finish. So, SIVA gave us our first edge in a long time, allowed us to start taking back territory we had lost since Twilight Gap. Even got two of their Ketches out of it! Then, with their distinctive timing, the Fallen managed to interrupt the first formal alliance between the City and the Reef with a declaration of war. A guy named Skolas, of House Zeruel; he managed to unite the Houses in a way that hadn't been done in centuries. He led a revolt from the Reef, escaped with a bunch of stuff, caused a lot of collateral damage in the process...you know, standard fare. Pissed the Queen off something fierce though. But his grand plan...well, it involved Vex tech, which is usually never a good thing. We thought it would have involved pulling members of his House from the past and into the present, to give them an unbeatable numbers advantage...instead, we actually got Zeruel.
Yep. Turns out the reason Zeruel was lost? It's because Skolas literally pulled him through time.
The big guy didn't take it that kindly. And when I say big, I mean BIG. I've heard some youngsters refer to him as Big Z. Which is really funny, because it also makes some Zeruelim sputter with rage at the supposed blasphemy. Then Asuka-3 usually shows up to tell them to knock it off or else she'll show them what she showed Big Z on Io, and that kind of makes em' back off, because nobody wants to upset Zeruel's waifu...oh come on Buck, it's not like she'll ever read something geared towards newbies. And unlike many jokes that can be blamed on me, I did not start this one, so she can't say anything!*
Anyway, Zeruel then expelled all the Vex from Mercury, and basically terraformed it until it became...like, well, a new Eliks. Complete with an atmosphere full of ether and everything. Needless to say, practically every single Eliksni ended up there eventually. Including Gaghiel, once he got revived (which is another story, and man this entry's getting too lengthy for comfort). To cut a long story short, the Traveler eventually ended up back on Mercury after the City got sacked during the Second Cataclysm...and not a few of us wondered if the Traveler had chosen to leave us, like it had once left the Fallen.
Well...thanks to one Shinji Ikari who went there to negotiate on our behalf, it didn't end up like that. Now, I don't know much negotiating was done, per se; based on what Variks says (seriously, the guy is so friggin' tight-lipped, even all these years later), he basically fought Zeruel on foot (I always knew that kid was a special kind of crazy) and then talked to the Traveler. From the inside, which made so many Warlocks and Cryptarchs jealous, I can't even tell you. But in the end, no matter what was said, what mattered was what they did: as one, all of the Eliksni charged into the Battle of Saturn, alongside their Great Machine.
It was a really weird sight.
But in the wake of that Battle, there's always the hard part: figuring out what to do next. It's hard, to ignore so many years of mutually-sustained bloodshed. And I should know. Ask around about a Sachielix named Taniks, and you'll get what I mean.
In the end, though, we had to make do. It helps that Variks is pretty easy to get along with, and is the most human-looking out of all of em' (seriously, House Shamshel has a bunch of laser whip-wielding purple snakes, while House Arael has psychic birds made of sapient electromagnetic energy; I'm not wrong to be wigged out by that, right?!). We kind of keep to ourselves, for the most part. A lot of interaction is done on Venus, on neutral ground...or in the Crucible, of all places. I know a few people who have managed to get some actual working relationships going, usually those who never lost anyone during darker times.
Then again, sometimes you get surprised...but those aren't my stories to tell.
All in all, they've come a long way, and so have we. Never thought we'd ever been in a situation like this, but life's weird like that.
*Editor's Note: Don't expect to see a lot of these, but just for the record, Asuka-3 DID eventually read this. And yes, she did have something to say to Cayde, in the form of treating his decapitated head like a basketball. Of the many videos that exist of the incident, I would recommend searching for 'Dunkmaster Sohryu', if only because it shows Cayde resurrecting afterwards and criticizing her technique.
More to come in these little interludes from our favorite Hunter Vanguard.
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