Destiny 2 - Transcript of a Therapy Session

TYPE: Transcription

DESCRIPTION: Excerpt from a psychiatric counselling session

PARTICIPANTS: One (1) Human-type [Doctor]; One (1) Guardian-type, class Warlock [Patient]

// TRANSCIBER'S NOTE: Per regulations concerning psychiatric sessions, names of both parties have been redacted throughout. --MIL-921

ASSOCIATIONS: Darkness; Deathsinger [Hive]; Hive; Ir Tasarakh; Lucent Brood; Ohr, Wahei; Old Paris; Parisian Catacombs; Red War; Themis Cluster; Winnower; Witness, The

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Destiny 2 - Transcript of Debriefing

TYPE: Transcription

DESCRIPTION: Debriefing of Guardians following incident during pirate hunt on 1633 Chimay

PARTIES: One (1) Guardian-type, class Warlock, designate Ikora Rey [REY]; One (1) Guardian-type, class Warlock, designate Aunor Mahal [AM]; One (1) Guardian-type, class Titan, designate Donovan Morgan [DM] (POI #0268); One (1) Guardian-type, designate Wahei Ohr [OHR] (POI #0247); One (1) Ghost-type, designate Vizier [viz]

ASSOCIATIONS: Cabal; Catacombs; Darkness; Eliksni [AKA Fallen]; Deathsinger; Hive; Lucent Hive; Old Paris; Pirates; Pyramid; Relics; Salvation, House of; Themis Cluster

RELATED RECORDS: REP #AAR-2022-1633C-THC-326

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Destiny 2 - Account of an Ambush

Donovan Morgan, Captain of the Skyspear, stood back as he watched the feeds, quietly loading his shotgun and prepping his armor. In front of him, Soap sat in the sensorium chair, his eyes flicking about as he collated the various feeds, communicating with the ketch's sniper team. They could both hear the flurry of activity going on, until the single blast of a Golden Sniper round went off, bringing everything to silence.

Morgan leaned forward. "What's happening, Soap?"

The younger Titan raised a finger to him, requesting momentary silence, his other hand lifting to his ear. After a moment longer, a voice came through. "Control, this is Longshot Actual," Rega-7 reported. "Jackpot. Repeat: Jackpot. Tango One is down."

Soap glanced at one of the feeds, then pointed it out to Morgan, where they could see a sprawled Fallen body, its neck ending in a smoldering ruin. Morgan bumped his fist against Soap's shoulder, murmuring, "Damn fine shooting. Have them maintain overwatch. I'll take in our ground team to sweep the lair. You keep an eye on things here, Soap."

Soap relayed orders to the Longshot team as Morgan stepped away to join the ground team. Revenant-19 was frowning at the other two members of the team, and it soon became clear why. Eliksni and Cabal glowered at one another. Bokta Tren had his two reaver's swords drawn in a ready stance, the larger sword pointed forward, nearly touching the point of the cleaver held by Maal'kemat, the gladiatrix from the ketch's Cabal contingent. She bared her teeth and lowered her jaw, as if leveling her tusks for a goring attack.

Morgan stepped up with a louder tread than necessary, the thump of his boots breaking the staredown between the two. "Is there going to be a problem here?"

Tren flicked a pair of eyes toward him, then back to Malka, who let her other arm, which had been poised with her other cleaver for a roundhouse chop, fall to her side. "No problem, Captain," she grunted, a sentiment echoed by the Eliksni.

The Titan glowered at them. "What's the rule?"

Now Tren eased up, and the two took a step back from one another. "One ship, one crew," the pair chorused, lowering their weapons completely.

"If you two want to establish primacy, do it after we're finished here," Morgan ordered them. "I'll clear the fight deck for you, you can get it out of your system, and then I'll even stand you your first two drinks at the Ether Tank."

Tren grunted, sheathing his swords. "Aye, Captain." Malka followed suit. Morgan glanced to Revenant, who rolled his eyes before fastening on his Stag helmet. The team went to the transmat pad, in an adjoining chamber to the bridge. As he walked in, however, he saw a familiar purple-skinned figure waiting for them, and sighed. "Wahei, what do you think you're doing?"

Destiny 2 - Transcript of a Sniper Duel

TYPE: TRANSCRIPTION

DESCRIPTION: Communications between Guardian and allied shooters during a pirate hunt.

PARTIES: One (1) Guardian-type, class Titan, designate Soap [SOAP]; One (1) Guardian-type, class Hunter, designate Rega-7 [R7]; One (1) Guardian-type, class Hunter, designate Arion-5 [A5]; One (1) Guardian-type, class Hunter, designate Luna [LUNA]; One (1) Eliksni-type, designate Halsiks [HAL]; One (1) Ghost-type, designate Wachter [wac]

ASSOCIATIONS: Eliksni (Fallen); Pirates; Relic; Salvation, House of; Themis Cluster

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Destiny 2 - Transcript of Relic Studies

TYPE: Transcription

DESCRIPTION: Discourse during study of relic designate PSC-2022-06-A

PARTIES: One (1) Guardian-type, Class Warlock, designate Wahei Ohr [OHR] (POI #0247); One (1) Ghost-type, designate Vizier [viz]; One (1) Eliksni-type, title Scribe, designate Eido [EIDO]; One (1) Eliksni-type, title Kell, designate Misraaks [MIS] (VIP #3987, AKA "Mithrax"); One (1) Lightbearer-type, Class unknown [u.1] (VIP #1315)

ASSOCIATIONS: Calus, Darkness; Deepsight; Nezarec; Nightmares; Ohr, Wahei; Pirates; Pyramid; Relic; Resonance; Resonant Visor

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Destiny 2 - Account of a Talk Over Drinks

The Ether Tank heaved with business, as Eliksni of the Botza District gathered for libations and entertainment. Some Cityfolk were present as well, along with a handful of Lightbearers. In one corner, the Spider held court, but grumbled as activities were going on without much input from him, and without consulting his opinion. Morgan's Ghost, Eyeball, was projecting an image of the relic the Titan had taken off of Val'aug the Brute. At the table with them were the Light Kell and the Drifter, both of whom were leaning in to examine the picture.

It was difficult to read Misraaks's expression, hidden as it was beneath his ether-mask, but Morgan heard the faint rumble from the big Eliksni. "You've seen something like this before, your Kellship?"

Misraaks grunted. "Not in many a cycle. Some of the old crews were... known to carry things like this."

Drifter scratched at his jaw. "I heard stories about these relics," the rogue Lightbearer muttered. "But nothin' more than rumor."

Morgan shrugged. "We're storing it on the H.E.L.M. for now. You want to study it more in depth, I'm sure Ikora will give you the okay."

Misraaks nodded slowly, idly tapping a dactyl off the rim of his Glintwisp cocktail. "I may do this."

"Well, that's all to the good," Drifter sat back in his chair. "The rest of the haul from raidin' the Brute's hideout will go a long way." He cracked a grin. "Paid so well I can afford to be a little generous." He clapped his hand against the table, drawing the eye of the Eliksni barkeep. "Next round's on me!"

He grinned as the inhabitants of the establishment cheered, but looked more sober as he regarded the project of the relic again. "Rumors I heard about these things," he came back to the topic, "if the pirate crews that Eramis is rallyin' have these things... if Eramis is trying to find these things, that bodes." He sat back with a grunt, a hand resting on the butt of his hand cannon. "Not sure what of, yet, but it bodes."

Destiny 2 - Account of a Pirate Hunt

"Again!" Morgan's voice echoed in one of the Skyspear's repair holds. As his ketch didn't have a full load of spider-walkers as other Eliksni ketches might, he'd had the spare hold turned into a training room, where he ran some of the newer Lights through their paces, and had his crew spar and work on team building. There were a few catwalks blocked off behind some shielding, where off-duty crew could watch on; the Skiffblades were clustered together, chittering amongst themselves as they looked on at the spar below. A few other crew members were hanging out on the catwalks as well.

Soap punched the mat as he got back to his feet, his broad, unlined face flushed with frustrated anger. A recently-Risen Titan, his dark brown hair was bound back in a wolf-tail and his dark green eyes flashed as he squared up again. Neither he nor Morgan were wearing armor, just lightweight athletic wear as they circled one another. Soap squared up, fists raised, then feinted right, feinted left, then ducked under Morgan's jab as he grabbed the older Titan around the waist, trying to heave him up and off his feet.

But the veteran Guardian planted his feet, pistoning his elbow down toward Soap's head, rocking him, then gripped his arms and pivoted with his hips, hurling the younger man onto his back, then driving his fist into Soap's skull. He stood and paced away. "Again!"

This time Soap came blitzing in with Arc-infused speed, and Morgan had to answer in kind to bring his defense to bear as the younger Titan's fists and elbows and feet came flying at him in a flurry of blows. The Skyspear's captain ducked a headbutt, then cracked him with his elbow, spinning Soap around. Morgan grabbed him around the waist and lifted him up and backward, intending to drive him head-first to the floor, but to his surprise, Soap broke free of his grip, flipping backward over him and landing on his feet. He had just enough time to see Soap's foot catch him in the side of the head before he laced his fingers together and brought both hands down in a heavy hammer-blow to his face.

Morgan laughed as he got back up. "That's the way to do it!" He spat some blood for a moment before he healed up. "Though I'm quite sure we agreed fisticuffs only, no powers."

"In a proper fight, there are no rules," Soap replied, a little winded, before tensing, expecting a rebuke.

Instead, Morgan laughed again and clapped him on the shoulder. "Hear that?" he called to the onlookers. "He's learning!" Then he flash-froze Soap with a burst of Stasis before grabbing the frozen Titan and propelling him upward with a leap, before turning and plunging him back down with a Thundercrash. Stasis shards and crackling Arc energy went careening around the hull, before Soap's Ghost rezzed him. As it was, the younger Titan lay there groaning.

Morgan leaned over him, hands on his hips. "Never lower your guard, kid."

Destiny 2 - Transcript of a Discussion at Port

TYPE: Transcription

DESCRIPTION: Conversation regarding safe port privileges

PARTIES: Three [3]: One [1] Guardian-type, class Titan, designate Donovan Morgan [DM] (POI #0268); One [1] Awoken-type, title Queen's Wrath, designate Petra Venj [VENJ]; One [1] Awoken-type, class Hunter-type, designate Luna [LUNA]

ASSOCIATIONS: Cabal; Cabal Ascendancy [Imperial Cabal]; Eramis; Gresdin (aka "Sawtooth"); House Blades; House Salvation; Old Crews [Fallen]; Pirates; Reef; Themis Cluster; Val'aug

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Destiny 2 - On the Advent of War

In the wake of the conclusion of the Season of the Seraph, War speaks...

SPOILERS for the ending of Season of the Seraph below.

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Destiny 2 - Transcript of a Piratical Speech

Foreword: I've been remiss in not uploading all of the Wahei Transcripts to this blog. So let's catch up...

TYPE: Transcription

DESCRIPTION: Speech by a person of interest, interspersed with responses

PARTIES: One [1] Guardian-type, class Titan, designate Donovan Morgan [DM] (POI #0268)

ASSOCIATIONS: Cabal; Cabal Ascendancy (aka Imperial Cabal); Caiatl; Coalition; Drifter; Eliksni (Fallen); Eramis; House Blades; House Light; Misraaks (aka Mithrax); Morgan, Donovan; Old Crews [Fallen]; Pirates; Skyspear; Wilders

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Destiny 2 - Account of a Salvage Operation

Foreword: I've been remiss in not uploading all of the Wahei Transcripts to this blog. So let's catch up...

"Honestly, Morgan, I'm fine." Wahei Ohr adjusted the set of her blindfold as she sat back and carefully reached out to feel for her tea and biscuits, and the other diversionary items she had to hand. Vizier alit on her shoulder gently as she turned her face in the direction she heard movement. "It's not as if I'm alone," she added, reaching up to tickle the top of her Ghost's shell.

"I'm here to keep her from getting too restless," Vizier added.

Morgan grunted. "You can certainly try. Just... Wahei, this is Fate's way of telling you to take it easy. When was the last time you took a break?"

Wahei's lips pinched into a thin frown. "Guardians make their own Fate, why should I listen to Fate when I can make my own? Seriously, I'm adaptable, I can cope, I can make this all work, if they'd just take a minute to let me explain--"

He interrupted her firmly. "Wahei."

She sighed. "I don't like feeling helpless," she admitted. "Last time I felt like this was when I had Lightloss."

Morgan said nothing. He knew she was talking about her experiences in the catacombs beneath Old Paris, which had not only been infested with Hive, but had also housed a Deathsinger and her consort. Wahei had never said much about her experiences down there, but every time it came up, he could see the way her body tensed up. The way her breath caught briefly in her chest, and the briefest of hesitations in the usual babble of verbiage coming from her. It hadn't left her paralyzed in the face of Hive threats, but something had happened to her.

"I'll say again," he gently patted her on the free shoulder, "you need to talk to someone. Doctor Grus is available, and I know that Doctor Uzair is making some progress with Shayura--"

"Thank you, Morgan." Wahei's voice had tightened, gone as firm as his earlier interruption. "Maybe I will." They both knew she wouldn't.

He grunted. "Try not to let her burn the place down," he said to Vizier. "I'll send Shaman around to check in while I'm out."

He left Wahei's flat, hoping that the Warlock would indeed take the time to rest up following her ordeal in the Lunar Pyramid. The medics had pronounced her of good health, despite the blindness, and so had no reason to forbid her from returning home, but there was still an adjustment period while the Voidwalker learned how to do basic things without the benefit of eyesight.

"Morgan, my brother!" The Titan stopped, turning as the figure melted out of the shadows nearby. A grinning Drifter walked one of his coins along his knuckles as he approached. "Been lookin' for ya. Got some time to help me out with a lil' somethin' somethin'?"

Morgan bumped knuckles with the man. "Might do. Vanguard's been keeping me busy as a liaison with Caiatl's side, but I should be able to squeeze in a little time on your behalf. Long as it won't keep me too busy."

Drifter nodded. "Shouldn't be too much of a problem," the rogue Lightbearer agreed. "There's this thing. Need a little help gettin' a delivery of mine out of hock--"

Now Morgan raised a hand. "Whoa, hang on, D. I know we got an understanding-- I'm part of your crew, but I'm not going to outright break into Vanguard or F.O.T.C. impounds to--"

"No, no, nothin' like that!" Drifter assured him, raising his own hands placatingly. "Not City hock that's got it. I could get it myself, but I think I might just need a little backup for this one. Especially since it's House Salvation that's got it."

The scarred Titan raised an eyebrow. "Really? I didn't think there were many still flying that banner after the last year, between their Kell getting frozen and Dredgen Bog's crew hunting down the last few bitter-enders in Eventide."

Drifter scoffed. "You mean what's left of Eventide. You and the Ruiner did some pretty major deconstruction work out there." He spread his hands. "Listen, you do a solid for me, and I'll make sure you're taken care of."

Morgan rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. "Gonna have to make it worth my while, D."

"Hey." The Drifter flashed his grin. "Have I ever not been true to my word and been anythin' less than generous with paying you back, brother?" When Morgan nodded to concede the point, the Gambit handler clapped him on the shoulder. "That's what I like to see. Meet me on the Derelict when you're set to go."

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