Transmission 1: Beginnings

Destiny

The screen shot above inspired this narrative to be written. I took this in-game, while patrolling different caves on the moon near the Hellmouth location in Destiny.

It’s been 62 days, 11 hours, 14 minutes and 24.82 seconds since my circuits fired in this desolate cave at the bottom of the Hellmouth. Every Gear in my exo-body still grinds from the dust of this horrible moon. I don’t know why my reboot protocol activated at this time, nor do I remember how I got here. All I can remember are vague files of what humans would call, “memories”. Can’t help think, “who were the other people I was with?” and “How do they relate to me?”. One thing is for sure, I was the only exo, and the only survivor. Whether I was meant to reboot or not, staying here until my batteries finally run out, is not an optimal option.

Regardless my existence here hasn’t gone unnoticed! Suspiciously horrid looking creatures enter my cave looking for wormlike morsels this planet has been producing as a means of consumption for nourishment. They’re not intellectual beings, but they have some kind of telekinetic connection to many of the inhabitants of this planet. Some large, others small, some fly, and others wield weapons of astonishing energy. Whether they are intelligent beings or mindless brutes one conclusion is for sure, they are an extremely Dangerous!

I have sheltered in a cave (coordinates 6624:172), transmitting this message for any who are the willing to answer. I have remained fully functional, but at great cost. I have one remaining vision lens due to a recent encounter with a brute wielding a long, sharp weapon that removed 1/8 of my exoskeleton known to humans as a “face”. I consider myself fortunate from the creatures second strike that caused a collapse of the ceiling. That creature was crushed and that entrance is now sealed shut. The cave is become less dangerous since that day. The longer I live in this cave however, the more aware the natives are of my presence and the more of a threat they become.

If anyone is listening, I require your assistance. If you choose to aid me be vigilant! You will be met with heavy resistance and I have no means of going beyond the cave. With the supplies I currently have, my likeliness of survival lasts approximately 6 days, 25 minutes, 34.8 seconds. It is unclear why I was made? who made me? or who I am? The one thing I am certain of is, whatever is stirring on this planet and wields great power! There are moments I can sense it’s strength as if I have some kind of connection to it’s overwhelming presence. For some unidentified reason I am drawn towards it, encouraged to step forward, enticed by what it has to offer. The more I deny it’s attempts, the more I am confronted by the horrid creatures I previously documented.

Because of this, I has severed incoming transmissions to prevent any further connection this presence may in the future attempt. This also means I will not be aware of any response transmitted back to me, from any who are hearing this message. I have many detailed files of this planet, and will attempt to abandon this cave and station myself at the “Anchor of light”. I will be awaiting whomever arrives, signal me with two red lights, one Green light, and three white lights, only then will I know you are friend.

Transmission concluded.