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Editado por AnonPig: 9/15/2015 4:36:17 AM
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Cayde-6's Journal

Hello and welcome Guardians! This is your friendly neighborhood AnonPig and in.... 18 hours I will share with everyone (mainly those who didn't buy the Collectors Edition) the origins of Cayde-6. I have already read his journal, but for Code of Conduct reason,s I know very well, I will not release the information until it's officially released. We got issues. See, the reboots, they dont wipe it all away. Not everything. And the new life-plus the Light it does somehting real funny to what's left. Amplifies it, scrambles it, reshuffles the fragments like a dealers riffling a deck of cards, putting the hands we've already won and lost back into play. Most o fus do what we can on our own to forget. Let the itch go unscratched. Me? I learned long ago you gotta play the hand your dealt Floating in the black. Ive been listening to nothing but my heart knocking for over twelve hours. EMU's low on air. I promise myself this job is the last. Promise myself this time i mean it. I feel the hull vibration through the station's thin metal skin. The Airlock pump hisses. Long wait;s over. (Clovis Bray symbol) Tiem to go to work. I'll spare you the gory details. Afterwards fuming. Clovis Bray sends me a bill for the hull damage. My fault the target put a blast wall between us. My fault things went wrong and had to let our rifles do the talking. I tear the packet open. Tattered peices of the envelope drift to the floor. Surprise it;s not just a bill. There's a job offer tucked in Seems old Bray;s been looking for someone like me. Willing to forgive my debt, and not just for the orbital station. All of it. Suddenly, I aint so mad anymore. Saturn. No, someplace else. Someplace colder. This moon has been almost completely converted, a SARCOPHAGUS of ice and iron. Stone towers run round with glaciers, rooted deep within a heart of snow. I cam here flesh and bone. Gave everything to the ice. Started over Rebooted. The Coast is different, beautiful and unbroken and timeless. It teems with new life. Every big brain in the system has their sights set on the Academy. WE were there for the Ahamkara, parasite reptilian critters that appeared out of thin air. Inexpliciable genome, new protiens. So much potential. And me? I;m there for her, Dr Maya Sundaresh Shes;s poured into the research on the brink of another breakthrough, focused on devouring every new data point. Brilliant. Driven. Beautiful. (Istar Collective Id Card of Maya Sundaresh) I can see her so clearly. Dark hari spilt into smoothed shimmering strands fanning over her forehead. Gray irisies blooming as she looks up from her work to see me standing there beside her. Treasure Island by Robert Lois Stevenson Authro of "Travels with a donkey" "an inland voyage" ETC No. She doesnt know me at all, doesnt even recognize my face even though ive been standing over her shoulders for months. Im nothing more than a fixture, a required imposition. an unwatned nesseccisity. Im no egghead, Never was. Just like now, ack then i was on a need-to-know bisis, and the only thing i need to know is that nothing and nobody gets through the door and past me without at least three layers of security clearance and a whole lot of muscle. Still. I think about saying smething. Saying anything. In a second mind rifles through a trillion possibilities. But she's already tunred back to her work. I shuffle my feet, straighten my back, and return to mine. Bounty's up on the board. Hive Target. Real mean SOB you know the deal. These horrors live on for just about foreer. Only i dont count what they do as living. They lurk around in the shadows for centuries hoarding knowlege and conjuring up thousands of ways to chew up Light and life. Doesnt matter much. I've learned a few tricks myself. Fast forward a spell. Im in the guts of it, dep dark cavern deep below the surface. Cant tell exactly where or when. EDZ maybe Doesnt matter. In any case im right where i need to be, tucked into a shadow, camo cloak humming to keep me well out of sight. Right place. Right time BAM! I dart out from vover, cloak flaring. But from underneath, i lunge, lifting my hand cannon. It barks out orders. Bathes the room in firelight. you wake up and look into the cold spaces between circuitry (galaxies?) begging for answers None Come. But others voices wait. At your center, safe and untouched, sits the original you. Just a little box touched at the back of a closet, filled with trinkets and odd notions kept for no obvious reason You have no idea when you last spoke to this tangle but thats what you do now, using a whisper and the lightless touch being all sorts of cautious because you're afraid of frightening whatever wants to speak with you. And then it speaks, and instead of answers, it begins with the only question that matters. "Do you want to know what happens next?" Realigning... This one aint mine. It's someone (something?) else entirely. but its the most important memory i have. All this time ive been busy stirring up the past. Never thought about what i was really after. Trinkets and odd notions kept for no obvious reason. Do they matter? (Table of Contents for the book) Maybe it's time we let the past alone and climb down from our walls. There's gotta be treasure that shines brighter than any weve been digging up from the bones of our lost world. Has to be better hand than the one we've already played. I say we get after it. See what's really waiting for us out in that darkness. Maybe even light it up some. Dance in the ash and flames. The Traveler can follow suit if it feels the need to. Otherwise, it can watch over the City for a thousand years. (Picture of Telesto taped to the book) anticipation for me. Fair warning for anything down the barrel. But you and me? We got far more important things to attend to. We're Guardians, We got a new future to forge. -Cayde out. . Yea.... so.... that's his journal guys. Now something i'd like to point out, something so many of you have learned already... Cayde was a -blam!-ing HUMANNNN!!!!!!!! read back at the earlier points. He was a mercenary of sorts, he didnt do his job properly, and was told he had to pay for the damages caused. This was all before Exo's had a conciousness, as shown later. He went to Saturn, no some place colder.... he went there flesh and bone, and gave everything to the ice. For those who have read Collective Secrets, you might know what i think lurked out in the ice.... Jackals. Whatever was out there... Cayde came back a broken man, so what happened? He signed his body off to Clovis Bray. They turned him into an Exo, and gave him over to the Ishtar Collective. There he fell in love with Maya, but as i said they haven't fully gained conciousness yet, they were fixtures, not people, not human, devices. Guards. Sweeping robots. It wasnt until later that he became aware.

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