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'''The Pigeon and the Phoenix''' is a Lore Book introduced in ''[[Season of Dawn]]''. Entries were collected by exploring the [[Corridors of Time]], but since the conclusion of the Season of Dawn, all entries to The lore book were made available to players who had completed the [[Bastion (weapon)|Bastion]] exotic quest. It chronicles [[Saint-14]] and [[Osiris]]'s journey prior to the latter's exile at the request of [[the Speaker]]. | '''The Pigeon and the Phoenix''' is a [[Lore]] Book introduced in ''[[Season of Dawn]]''. Entries were collected by exploring the [[Corridors of Time]], but since the conclusion of the Season of Dawn, all entries to The lore book were made available to players who had completed the [[Bastion (weapon)|Bastion]] exotic quest. It chronicles [[Saint-14]] and [[Osiris]]'s journey prior to the latter's exile at the request of [[the Speaker]]. | ||
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==1: Burden Part I== | ==1: Burden Part I== | ||
A lone engine rails against the faux tranquility of the Dead Zone, keeping a teetering chassis of metal just within the terminator line of brimming twilight. The carrier dives through needled mountains that perforate low-hanging clouds, cutting them into sheets of stratus and vapor that slide like flattening suds across a dusk ocean. A closed-net comms line crackles. | A lone engine rails against the faux tranquility of the [[European Dead Zone|Dead Zone]], keeping a teetering chassis of metal just within the terminator line of brimming twilight. The carrier dives through needled mountains that perforate low-hanging clouds, cutting them into sheets of stratus and vapor that slide like flattening suds across a dusk ocean. A closed-net comms line crackles. | ||
[[Marin Oru]]:<br/> | [[Marin Oru]]:<br/> | ||
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Deafening shock breaks the night. In it, one lone call: | Deafening shock breaks the night. In it, one lone call: | ||
"SPIDER TANK!" | "[[Spider Tank|SPIDER TANK]]!" | ||
==3: Burden Part III== | ==3: Burden Part III== | ||
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Saint catches sight of Tyv, newly breathing. She stumbles several paces away, posture crooked among the wreckage. She leans against a shard of the carrier's hull, out of sight while Ghost busily spins Light. The hand of her good arm sinks to a sheathed blade. The night air hangs still. | Saint catches sight of Tyv, newly breathing. She stumbles several paces away, posture crooked among the wreckage. She leans against a shard of the carrier's hull, out of sight while Ghost busily spins Light. The hand of her good arm sinks to a sheathed blade. The night air hangs still. | ||
The Exo's eyes lock to the tree line. His will: solid iridescence. The air around him bends into infinite density. Violet shimmer ripples across his plate and bows outward against the horror, consolidating into a luminous shield. He meets the Fallen charge with Void Light doom. Machine gun fire rips overhead, cutting down | The [[Exo]]'s eyes lock to the tree line. His will: solid iridescence. The air around him bends into infinite density. Violet shimmer ripples across his plate and bows outward against the horror, consolidating into a luminous shield. He meets the Fallen charge with [[Void]] Light doom. [[Machine gun]] fire rips overhead, cutting down [[Dreg]]s and splitting the front in two. He takes ground with every step, shattering each challenger. He breaks through to the tree line and flings his shield, severing one of the Walker's limbs. | ||
He is at the brink, face to face with death. The Walker's field gun teeters to match his verticality. Saint-14 braces. He is an incandescent Ward. A just retribution. A violet wall that stands to refute the night, but the Dawn does not follow. A second shell rings from the Walker's cannon. It collides, apocalyptic. The Ward shatters against the blast. Only darkness. | He is at the brink, face to face with death. The Walker's field gun teeters to match his verticality. Saint-14 braces. He is an incandescent [[Ward of Dawn]]. A just retribution. A violet wall that stands to refute the night, but the Dawn does not follow. A second shell rings from the Walker's cannon. It collides, apocalyptic. The Ward shatters against the blast. Only darkness. | ||
A steel hand, limp and flat, slowly clenches into a fist. They are dragged. Saint grasps at consciousness. His vision is fire and wreckage. Timbers shatter against the Walker's frame as it emerges before them, shrouded behind smoke. Fallen mouths shriek in muted deaf-tone emptiness as they fill the clearing. Saint blinks. The world races back to him. | A steel hand, limp and flat, slowly clenches into a fist. They are dragged. Saint grasps at consciousness. His vision is fire and wreckage. Timbers shatter against the Walker's frame as it emerges before them, shrouded behind smoke. Fallen mouths shriek in muted deaf-tone emptiness as they fill the clearing. Saint blinks. The world races back to him. | ||
"Skas veskirisk." The remaining Fallen ranks part to reveal a hulking Captain. "Skas volasusk!" Chitters and trill runs from the | "Skas veskirisk." The remaining Fallen ranks part to reveal a hulking [[Captain]]. "Skas volasusk!" Chitters and trill runs from the [[Vandal]]s down to the Dregs as he roars. | ||
Marin is at his back. Breathing and bleeding. "Faster… Tyv…" | Marin is at his back. Breathing and bleeding. "Faster… Tyv…" | ||
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"Kapsok aps vankemraptalirask; kapsok aps vamesaqeptosirulosk." The horde raise their arms. "Meliksnisk. Monequin." They unleash a storm of bolts. | "Kapsok aps vankemraptalirask; kapsok aps vamesaqeptosirulosk." The horde raise their arms. "Meliksnisk. Monequin." They unleash a storm of bolts. | ||
Tyv meets the bolts in the air, crackling with lightning that snaps at the ground beneath her. She whisks away the storm with a keened discipline, scattering a hail of Arc-bolts around the fireteam. Dirt hisses as the bolts sear into the ground and billow clouds into the air. She slides into the obfuscating dust and sweeps Arc purity through the Fallen in the confusion. | Tyv meets the bolts in the air, crackling with lightning that snaps at the ground beneath her. She whisks away the storm with a keened discipline, scattering a hail of [[Arc]]-bolts around the fireteam. Dirt hisses as the bolts sear into the ground and billow clouds into the air. She slides into the obfuscating dust and sweeps Arc purity through the Fallen in the confusion. | ||
Marin takes the distraction. He distillates all his will, all the Light he can muster into one point. Color drains around him, and the point grows dark. He casts it from him, a pale iridescence that rips reality endlessly into itself. The sphere of Void strikes the Walker true, twisting the crumpling metal into oblivion. | Marin takes the distraction. He distillates all his will, all the Light he can muster into one point. Color drains around him, and the point grows dark. He casts it from him, a pale iridescence that rips reality endlessly into itself. The sphere of Void strikes the Walker true, twisting the crumpling metal into oblivion. | ||
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"Good, now. Osiris— | "Good, now. Osiris— | ||
"Let her stand before the Consensus." Osiris composes himself. "She is more than capable of assuming my duties, and…" hushed now, "she's in good hands here." | "Let her stand before the [[Consensus]]." Osiris composes himself. "She is more than capable of assuming my duties, and…" hushed now, "she's in good hands here." | ||
The Speaker leans forward. "Osiris. You cannot be allowed to elect your replacement; it took many conversations for us to reach where we are. The Consensus has expectations of the Vanguard. There are duties to be met." | The Speaker leans forward. "Osiris. You cannot be allowed to elect your replacement; it took many conversations for us to reach where we are. The Consensus has expectations of the [[Vanguard]]. There are duties to be met." | ||
"Speaker; I understand." Ikor— | "Speaker; I understand." Ikor— | ||