Patrol/Dialogue

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"And my vanquisher will read that book, seeking the weapon, and they will come to understand me, where I have been and where I was going."The following is a verbatim transcription of an official document for archival reasons. As the original content is transcribed word-for-word, any possible discrepancies and/or errors are included.

A list of all Patrol dialogue can be found here, sorted by location and type.

Cosmodrome

Destiny 2

Collect Supplies

• Shaw Han: The City's put out a call for raw materials. We're looking for anything that generates an electrical signal or bioenergetics.

• Zavala: To all Guardians in the region: the City is in need of unprocessed materials. You're standing in a target-rich environment. They may have something we can use.

• Zavala: The Vanguard needs a willing Guardian to track down hostiles in the region. Relieve them of anything we can break down for raw materials.

• Zavala: The City needs supplies, Guardian. Hostiles in your region have what we need.

• Shaw Han: See if the local hostiles have anything we can salvage. The City's supply vectors were waylaid this week.

• Shaw Han: The City Weapon Foundries have reported a shortage on resources. Can't run strikes without rifles. Vanguard will pay for whatever you can scavenge.

• Zavala: Guardian, we need you to hunt down local invaders and relieve them of their equipment. City's hurting for raw material.

• Zavala: To all Guardians on the Cosmodrome front lines — Invaders in your area possess equipment or bioenergetics the Tower can use.

• Zavala: Shipwright Holliday is asking for parts and fuel for hangar bays. See if local invaders have what we need.

Combat

• Shaw Han: To any Guardian in range — we've got hostiles in the area. Coordinates marked.

• Zavala: The former Hunter Vanguard, Cayde-6, used to be in charge of patrol beacon placement. You remind me of him. Let's see if you can match his kill count.

• Shaw Han: Vanguard scouts report a group of hostiles threatens to destabilize the region. We need that area clear. Locate and neutralize them.

• Zavala: You've accessed a patrol marker. They're placed by Hunter scouts in target-rich environments. See to it their numbers thin.

• Shaw Han: The Vanguard needs an operative at these marked coordinates. Be ready for a firefight.

• Zavala: Hostiles detected in your region, Guardian. Locate and dispatch.

• Zavala: The Cosmodrome is one of several steady sources of new Guardians. We try to keep it clear of hostiles as often as possible.

• Zavala: The Vanguard keeps supply vectors towards the City as clear as possible across hostile territory. I've marked targets of opportunity that could use your attention.

• Shaw Han: Weapons-grade energy spikes detected. Could be anything from firearms to Hive bioenergetics. Requesting a Guardian responder.

Ocean of Storms

Destiny 2

Field Assignment: Active Duty

Archer's Line Chasm

• Toland: They told others their mission was exobotany, but this fig leaf could not hide their desire. They wanted knowledge the Traveler would not give them. Nothing is sweeter than forbidden fruit.

• Toland: So many wonders of the age, so many sciences still used, conceived of here, in silence and secrecy. What inspired them? What did they find in this desolation?

• Toland: Serenity. Tranquility. Fertility. It seems a fine place for investigating alien life. Yes, but what of Storms? What of Cold? What of Crises? When does a sanctuary become a prison?

• Toland: Hubris blinded us to the realities of this place. To the hidden power pulsating throughout. One many shades darker than the Hive. Crota sat at the forefront of our story, and so we turned a blind eye to the very idea of puppet masters in the shadows. Darkness incarnate.

• Toland: Arrogance is little more than a by-product of hubris. And hubris destroys most of us in the end. Hundreds of Guardian souls shattered against the edges of Crota's blade the day of the Great Disaster, their Light consumed by his ambition.

• Toland: In the Hive, the Vanguard faced a new threat they didn't understand. So they did what they do best— they shot at it. And to their detriment, it shot back. Death was delivered the day of our Great Disaster.

Accelerator

• Toland: Tragic. Casting a line out into the ocean of space, ignorant of what swims out there, waiting in the depths. If they had known the truth, even the barest inkling, they would have shrunk away from its shores in terror.

• Toland: Before we could leap from planet to planet like fleas, we had to crawl through the void like worms. The Accelerator flew humanity's necessities on swift wings, flitting them from the Moon to the colonies like starlings. But worms do not survive flights with birds.

• Toland: Dark the Moon. Dark the night. Hush the station. Hush the Hive. Gone their leaders. Gone the Light.

• Toland: Just think of the old colony ships, lumbering toward some distant planet loaded with bodies. And then some soulless cargo package flashes by shot from this Accelerator and piloted by an AI. It weighs you down, life.

• Toland: You feel it, don't you? The hunger that cannot be sated. What’s next? What if? Why? It eats at us, what we don't know. It always has. Ignorance has never been bliss - not once you’ve learned you lack the truth.

Dome

• Toland: Exploration and discovery are pleasant but thin euphemisms for conquest. This was as true in our history as in any you'll find. Our first steps into the inky dark were no different. Lest we forget: The Hive's lunar settlements predate our own.

• Toland: Had the Traveler not come to our fragile home, humanity would've carried on as it always had. Reaching blindly in the dark. We likely would've extinguished ourselves well before the Hive took up the task. So I ask: Are we fortunate? Or unfortunate?

• Toland: For millennia, humanity gazed at the Moon and envisioned visiting it. Yet, no one dreamed it a trespass. The Hive is not a welcoming host, as you well know.

• Toland: How long were the Hive on the Moon? How did they arrive? How patient they were, listening to invaders scrabble across its surface. But I do not think they were hiding. They awaited a sign.

• Toland: We were destined to be found by this ageless expression: the pursuit of a last true shape. If not the Hive, some other adherent. Slay every living disciple of sword logic, but the logic itself — as any hard-coded feature of the cosmos — will simply await rediscovery.

Traitor's Ketch

• Toland: The pirates came in the wake of our Collapse to pick at our bones. I have no answers as to whether it was bravery or desperation that drove them to scavenge at the edge of the Hive's most hallowed ground. But the Hellmouth has been rich in its bounty. And many Fallen crews made a name among the old Houses for the treasures stolen from this dead rock.

• Toland: The House of Dusk is not the future of the Fallen, but it is a sign of their evolution— of a future yet to come… No longer the desperate fools clinging to a lost history and misguided faith in machines. I am curious as to what the Eliksni will become on the far side of their current struggle.

• Toland: The question I ponder when considering the Eliksni and their fractured society is how we, the supposed heroes we claim to be, react to a species on the brink? As we are. To my mind, we must be cruel. End them now, while they are on the brink, or risk whatever it is they will one day become.

• Toland: It's unclear to me…are the remaining Fallen less because they have shed the dead ways of Kells and Archons, or are they more? Is the shedding of their societal chains and the dissolution of their faith their end? Or an evolution? I fear the scattered Fallen of today are forebearers of a terrible threat yet to come.

• Toland: How many crews have called this Ketch home? How many worlds has it plundered in the name of Fallen Houses that have since crumbled? Now the grand Houses, like this Ketch, are broken things— shades of old glory, like poor Luna. Once majestic, once an inspiration, now nothing more than a shattered relic of glory days beyond reclamation.

Ketch Entrance

• Toland: The Brays were here. How fine their avarice, how grand their hubris. Such great spirit echoes through time and space. It lives on long after any mortal form. Are they all gone? I wonder…

• Toland: Those who worked here sought knowledge, despite dangers, heedless of consequences. Some seekers find reward. Others, ruin. Which shall you be?

• Toland: The study of alien flora concealed stranger sciences, but it was not without its own merit. They learned much here that has since been lost.

• Toland: In our own time of need, we failed ourselves. Crota struck us down en masse and destroyed much of what was built here. Moonbase included. The Traveler had come, it had brought us into a Golden Age. And yet little from that era mattered in the shadow of Crota.

• Toland: Beyond that day, the Vanguard would learn the true power of Crota's Will. Of realms between reality and the great beyond. Of Ascendance. I would be their guide. They would learn things from me. And in them, they would find truth and power.

• Toland: There were those who believed that in Crota, the end had come. From the Moonbase, they cried out for help. Their message beamed far and across the system. It would land with those who would not respond. Deemed to be only "affairs of the City."

Moonbase

• Toland: All the Guardians lost here on this dead orb. All the Hive destroyed by our push against their dark will. So much loss on both sides. And always the Fallen, there to pick at the carnage, the scrap— surviving, thriving on the waste of this unending war we call existence.

• Toland: The Fallen's obsession with Luna has cost them much. They come to pillage the remains of human innovation and pick at the Hive's arcana. But I have yet to understand what drives them to take such a risk when there are other worlds more easily scavenged.

• Toland: There was a crew of Fallen who took to the Hive's sword logic. They are all dead now— by their own hands. They sought Ascension, but understood nothing of its meaning. I watched as they slaughtered one another over the course of months. The last of them, with no crew left to lead, walked to the Hellmouth's edge and cast himself into the depths.

• Toland: I offer no set conclusions, but it is my belief that the Fallen dare plunder the Hellmouth's depth. They know the value in mastering the strange science of their enemy - be it Hive, Human, Vex, or Cabal. They risk much to steal pieces of understanding from us all, until that time when they no longer fear extinction… but inflict it.

• Toland: All great journeys begin with a single step, but not if you stand at the precipice. How does one tell the difference between the horizon and an abyss in a place like this? They couldn't. Are you certain you can?

• Toland: Before Crota's death, the Hive viewed the Fallen as nothing more than an annoyance. But now, as they struggle to regain their purpose, the Hive have no patience for distraction. This has led to a renewed conflict as both fight to survive in the face of sustained Guardian aggression.

Temple of Crota

• Toland: Eris — at the time, unbroken — together with Eriana-3 sought vengeance upon Crota. And they formed a team of powerful Guardians to aid in executing him. Vell Tarlowe, Sai Mota, Omar Agah… And of course, the only one who could truly guide them, me. All of them, so foolish. They passed through this canyon, naivete at their side, toward their inevitable doom.

• Toland: Vell Tarlowe was the first of us to fall in the dark below. Assaulted by both his pride and the Wizard Verok. I warned Vell of the dangers posed by the Hive. Being headstrong, I said, was not going to keep him alive.

• Toland: In the quest to fell Crota, we brought with us the desire for vengeance. We brought ego. But with me, I brought curiosity. Reverence. Fascination. And as such, here I sit, my soul still bound to existence. With the exception of Eris, I can't say the same for the rest.

• Toland: Though many souls were silenced at the Great Disaster, their memories lingered. A fire was born in the heart of Praxic Warlock Eriana-3. She fought the day of our disaster, lost one of her closest friends, and retreated alongside the survivors. But her Light remained. And she vowed vengeance upon Crota.

Hellmouth Chasm

• Toland: The Moon is fragile. Even more so now than before. Look no further than the oozing schisms brought forth by the Pyramid. May they serve as a warning: The Moon has been carved out, far beyond imagination. Fetid miasma rises. It belongs to the Hive now.

• Toland: In a nest left untouched, the Hive pulse beneath the surface of the Moon. their influence grows. Their presence spreads. What you see rising from the schisms is the very essence of the Hive themselves. For there is naught else within the Moon's core.

• Toland: Behold: causation in all its exquisite majesty. Your persistence reshapes the Hidden Swarm; in turn, the Swarm reshapes the Moon. Their adaptations will only become more profound, the effects more pronounced. They have you to thank for this.

• Toland: New voices reverberate through the lunar formicary. Heresies whispered in the dark. Below your feet, the Hidden Swarm are acquainting themselves with deeper magics beyond their reckoning. To say nothing of ours.

Hellmouth Overlook

• Toland: The Hellmouth: the foundry of Crota's deepest dreams.

• Toland: Crota claimed innumerable souls in this pit. The wages of our heroism were countless corpses and a strengthened, emboldened enemy. It’s no wonder the Hidden Swarm see Guardians as their greatest whetstone; ever eager and willing to sharpen their blade.

• Toland: Fools look at the Hive and see mindlessness. But they bear deep wounds— and they do not forget those who wounded them. Crota. Oryx. Omnigul. Each death shook the Hellmouth to the deepest pit. But as we say: That which doesn't kill you, et cetera. Just ask Hashladûn. Or her slaughtered sisters.

• Toland: Omar Agah entered these depths with his own unique faults: disbelief and distrust. But beneath it all was his truth: fear. The Hive fed off this very fear. Poor Eris had to watch as his Light was stripped from his soul and his essence used to strengthen the Hive.

Hellmouth Edge

• Toland: I entered the Hellmouth with a sense of fateful inevitability. We would all die, or worse. I knew this to be true. Woefully unprepared was what we were. I stand by that. But it doesn't mean I didn't respect them. I did then, and I always will.

• Toland: Oh, Eriana — vengeful Eriana. Crota may have taken her Light, but she left her soul on the battlefield. She had a death wish long before she approached me. In the end, of course, she blamed me for what happened. Pride begets death.

• Toland: If you'd asked me long ago what I thought of Eris Morn, you'd have learned kindness does not flow through my veins. But I have since gained a reverence for Eris. I thought her broken. Foolish. But I was the fool. Eris was the best of us all… and still is.

• Toland: Eris torments herself for her erstwhile fireteam and the fates we marched into together. An appreciated but needless penance. Our struggle is a grand dialogue. We exchange blood for understanding. It is not tragedy; it is simply the price, and ours to play.

• Toland: Deep below, the rudderless Hidden Swarm seek guidance. Order. They won't find it. Because of what you did— what you didn't do. It should've been your hand guiding them in Oryx's stead. Yet you disrupted a glorious engine. You: the arrogant, anomalous variable.

• Toland: Few perils in the cosmos are as dangerous as an idea. And few ideas are as dangerous as the heretical notion festering in the Hellmouth.

Gatehouse

• Toland: The Hive know no limits when it comes to ambition. Nothing remains sacred within the darkness of their ritual halls. In the summoning pits, that was truer than ever. A horrifying abomination - Phogoth, the Untamed - was created within.

• Toland: This place reeks of death. This could be said of any structure on the Moon, but this hall is… especially saturated. You yourself carry painful memories of this place. Discard them. Their only use is to weigh you down — and to empower your enemy. I wish Eris could see it this way. But she is bound irretrievably to her pain.

• Toland: A series of unfortunate Guardians met their end under the weight of Phogoth's might. He strew them across the battlefields of the Moon and, together with Crota's brood, gave the Great Disaster its name.

• Toland: The origin of many Nightmares can be traced to this exact location. Here the Hive bred fear itself, enduring and true. Slay as many abominations as you like; the impressions they leave upon you will remain. We carry every fallen foe with us. Always.

• Toland: Countless Guardians perished not just on the battlefields of the Great Disaster, but within the lair of the Hive as well. Having lured them in, the Hive had a plan. It was domination and death. For Guardians, there was no escape that day.

• Toland: Not even Crota’s brood could fully contain the rage of Phogoth, the Untamed. His power was nearly unmatched. But in the end, the Light overpowered Phogoth, and he was slain by your hand.

Sorrow's Harbor

• Toland: The Pyramid hasn't always held residence on the Moon. Like anything foreign, it arrived here somehow. That chasm would suggest a fall and a crash. And it is as such. Only a single question lingers: Why? The Collapse largely remains a mystery.

• Toland: There is much history in the dust here. Grasp a handful and you will hold Light now extinguished. You will hold power misguided. These grounds are covered in the madness of days gone by. Of Guardians and Hive alike. History haunts this place.

• Toland: The Moon sits lush with schisms. The result of Eris's curiosity. A Pyramid of pure power with the ability to terraform. Sounds familiar, doesn't it? If the Traveler is a god of Light, then what does that make the Pyramid who spews our tragedies back at us? We must always question the unknowable, for that is the only path to knowing.

• Toland: In the absence of the ability to bring Nightmares forth, the Hive manipulate ours, worshipping and even dying for them. No doubt they have plans for the Nightmares. The Hive adapt. They evolve. And they do it quickly.

• Toland: The Hive and their rituals. Like moths to a flame, they know no other way. They try time and again to revive the souls of the dead. Or even to bring forth something new. An abomination. A god. And now, our very own Nightmares.

K1 Revelation

• Toland: One wonders the effects of the Pyramid on the Hive. If they've existed in its shadow for so long, have they ever communed with it?

• Toland: Eris was the first to bring the Pyramid to life… Was it of her will? Or the Pyramid's? The Hive must hate her for it after trying so long to do the same and failing. Or perhaps it's relief they feel. After so much time, they can finally pursue its power, whether it wants them to or not.

• Toland: Leaderless, the Hidden Swarm have sought a replacement. Sword logic dictates the violent removal of oneself in favor of the powerful. Never underestimate the machinations of the Hive. in the absence of guidance, they are always in search of it.

• Toland: I could tell you that the Pyramid hid from me as it did from you. But I would be betraying the truth. In this form, sight extends beyond the borders of certain realities. Though the Pyramid came into view, I could not see inside then nor now. But, oh, how I wish I could.

• Toland: For eons, the Pyramid sat hidden beneath the surface. The Hive, however, knew of its presence. For how long, I do not know. Their lust for power kept it secret. That we know of it now only makes me question whether it's due to coincidence or design.