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'''Duress and Egress''' is a [[Lore]] book introduced with ''[[Season of Arrivals]]'' in ''[[Destiny 2]]''. Entries are unlocked by progressing | '''Duress and Egress''' is a [[Lore]] book introduced with ''[[Season of Arrivals]]'' in ''[[Destiny 2]]''. Entries are unlocked by progressing through the "Exodus" questine. It details the final moments of various characters as the [[Black Fleet]] hangs over the skies of [[Io]], [[Titan (moon)|Titan]], [[Mercury]], and [[Mars]]. | ||
==Asher: Observation== | ==Asher: Observation== | ||
Man of science though he was, the first thing [[Asher Mir]] did was shoot the damned thing. | Man of science though he was, the first thing [[Asher Mir]] did was shoot the damned thing. | ||
The [[Pyramid | The [[The Ionian Pyramid|Pyramid]] hovered inside Io's atmosphere, close enough to be impacted by a projectile flung at sufficient speed. In the time it took Asher to blink twice, he knew the angle of attack and the mass of the projectile. | ||
Asher finished building the mounted railgun before his coffee had cooled. | Asher finished building the mounted railgun before his coffee had cooled. | ||
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==Sloane: Overseer== | ==Sloane: Overseer== | ||
Deputy Commander [[Sloane]] watched the overloaded [[Vanguard]] skiff dip close to the waves. "Watch it!" she barked into the communicator, and the craft straightened out. "That's liquid methane down there, and if it don't kill you, the [[ | Deputy Commander [[Sloane]] watched the overloaded [[Vanguard]] skiff dip close to the waves. "Watch it!" she barked into the communicator, and the craft straightened out. "That's liquid methane down there, and if it don't kill you, the [[Ahsa|Leviathan]] will." | ||
"C'mon, ain't no Leviathan," said the pilot, his voice crackling. He was some boy from the City who couldn't have been more than 17 years old. "And if that's methane, how come you don't even got a helmet on?" | "C'mon, ain't no Leviathan," said the pilot, his voice crackling. He was some boy from the City who couldn't have been more than 17 years old. "And if that's methane, how come you don't even got a helmet on?" | ||
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They hadn't hit while they were loading the [[Golden Age]] technology for shipment back to the City. They were after the supplies. They were leaving. | They hadn't hit while they were loading the [[Golden Age]] technology for shipment back to the City. They were after the supplies. They were leaving. | ||
She looked up at the [[Pyramid | She looked up at the [[The Titanian Pyramid|Pyramid]] in the sky and frowned. | ||
The door to her office closed and sealed with a hiss. A soft blue light on the panel promised that the seal was airtight. Sloane walked across the room to watch the seas through the open hole blown in the side of her rig. | The door to her office closed and sealed with a hiss. A soft blue light on the panel promised that the seal was airtight. Sloane walked across the room to watch the seas through the open hole blown in the side of her rig. | ||
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She had tried everything. The great Bray. A [[House Bray|lineage]] that promised to save them. For all her genius and moxie, this was beyond her. | She had tried everything. The great Bray. A [[House Bray|lineage]] that promised to save them. For all her genius and moxie, this was beyond her. | ||
[[Rasputin]] lay dying in a dozen empty screens splayed out around Ana's command station. She could visualize the bleeding code running through her fingers. [[Zavala]]'s voice was in her ear, as ambient haze—relegated to the background of her mind like distant gunfire. The image of the [[Pyramid | [[Rasputin]] lay dying in a dozen empty screens splayed out around Ana's command station. She could visualize the bleeding code running through her fingers. [[Zavala]]'s voice was in her ear, as ambient haze—relegated to the background of her mind like distant gunfire. The image of the [[The Martian Pyramid|Pyramid's]] distortion wave was still raw. This wasn't an attack. It was a command. A lazy dismissal of all their best laid plans. | ||
There were no explosions. No blaring sirens or sparks of dramatic electricity. Nothing to combat or fix. Just a Guardian walled in silent black glass and disbelief. | There were no explosions. No blaring sirens or sparks of dramatic electricity. Nothing to combat or fix. Just a Guardian walled in silent black glass and disbelief. | ||