Preface: This is written during Week 1 of Destiny 2's Season of the Lost, which at the time of this posting, is still ongoing. SPOILERS BELOW THE BREAK. Even the heading of the "transcript" has spoilers. You have been warned.
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Destiny 2 - Account of an Incursion
Preface: In the epilogue of Destiny 2's Season of the Splicer, bigoted antagonist Lakshmi-2 tried to remove the Eliksni from the Last City using Vex technology, but instead sealed her own fate and unleashed the Vex on the city. Includes my rendition of Mithrax and Saint's tag-team defense...
The Parlour, Magpie District
"Aw, great, looks like the voice of hatred's got words again." Rega-7 glanced up from her hand to look at Sleight-3, across the table from her. The other Exo was looking past her to one of the various screens that adorned the interior of the Parlour. Other patrons and players were looking up from their games of chance as well to see the controversial leader of the Future War Cult speaking.
Rega shook her head and turned back to the game. "Let her spew her bile all she wants," the Hunter tossed a card down and was dealt another one from Paul Kent. "I don't like her."
Sleight eyed her. "Really? Heard you spout a few unkind things about Fallen yourself, Rega, once upon."
She scoffed. "I don't like people who shoot at me. But hey, Saint's been speaking up for House Light. That's good enough for me."
Then Paul glanced around at the screens. "Wait. What'd she just say?"
The booths in the Parlour had speakers, and he reached out to up the volume on theirs in time to hear Lakshmi. "--have learned how to safely command the power of the Vex--"
Rega did look around now. "What?" The Hunter shook her head, slamming her cards down on the table. "Lakshmi, you rot-brained boltneck!"
"--will tear open a rift, banish the Fallen to the depths of--"
The Hunter shoved part of her earnings into the pot, pocketing the rest. "Sorry, gotta go! Paul, talk to you later!" And then she was gone, out the door at a run, with several other Guardians rushing out of the Parlour in similar haste.
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