Last City Broadcast Introduction

"God dammit Charlemagne! FOR THE LAST TIME IT'S UNO! NOT CHESS STOP OVER THINKING YA DAMN AI!"

The Warmind submind looked at me from their console and put up a holographic middle finger. Flipping the fuck out I quit the game as everyone's cards became holographic confetti. Myriad fucked chortled a laugh at me, the Warminds I swear were grinning, my undead were confused. They can be smart but dumb at things not involving war, food, and growing my forces. With a frustrated sigh, I spun in a chair grumbling about UNO chess when Skell graced us with his voice and skully form.

"The useless babies called the Vanguard have stopped their children from biting the shields. After eight hours of us not even lifting a finger to do anything. Vanguard leader Saladin, the wuss titan who couldn't even talk also sent out a notice about us. So, we are SUPPOSEDLY required to introduce ourselves to everyone. As you and Myriad basically lead this show, have fun kid."

"Oh fun introductions, I can't wait."

My response was completely monotone and dead as my servos hissed my disinterest. Sighing I look at the Warminds and shrug at them as I swipe my hand on a console. Pulling up a list of commands I look through them before tapping 'Mass Holo-Broadcasting' on the console.

[Vanguard POV]

"Think they'll actually do it?"

Hearing Cayde, his fellow trainees and mentors had a varied reaction to his question. Shaxx looked like a statue as he stood there still in his armor with his new hammer. Ikora looked interested, but also a little worried about what would be said. Zavala was stoic and silent as an eye twitched. Osiris was pretty calm and relaxed smirking, he just knew this would be fun. While off to the side a complete black armored figure in a Hunter's uniform was silently watching them all.

That was when all across the city their new acquaintance appeared as a holographic projection. Myriad by his side while her master had the most uninterested face an Exo could make. Cayde seeing his face slowly got ready to clap as he knew this would be fuckin funny. If the disinterested look didn't say how much he was going to make this hard on Saladin, then people were blind.

"Alright let's get this done with because I fail to see how the fuck this is needed. Like really? It's going to be difficult to not notice us, but I guess if you want us to talk to the children, so be it."

"Please make him stop now…."

Cayde, hearing Zavala, looked at him and started slow clapping. The hunter had a look of mock enjoyment at what was about to ensue.

"Name's Biazar, the pup is Myriad. That's all you get personal wise. Our group is the Undying Legion, got a lot of undead, machine fuckers, and cockroach like shitheads in the group. Oh, stop with the look of judgment Rasputin! Anyway, we don't die permanently, we bite, kill, and those bitten or touched by my abilities become a type of undead. Don't try getting a boner for our ship because you want to take it? Prepare to die regardless of your grandstanding floppy dick waving fame.

There's a reason why we all never even gave you chuckle fucks so busy sucking your own dicks this thing. The Traveler even agreed not to entrust ya with it, it was a collective project of humanity's first defender alliance. Not a toy for bickering self-important brats who can't even stop being dumbasses obsessed with crime. Like really? You rogue fuckers care more for getting your dicks wet from your pleasure at being a criminal. The various factions are children bitch slapping each other saying they're better.

While we just fought alone for a hundred four years with one goal, keeping you all alive. But honestly seeing the mess that this all is? Not even murder happy Rasputin, a Warmind, feels great about your motivations. It's like you all don't want to survive another day in the eye of darkness. When everyone is on the brink of going goodbye. You all just seem to fuck around. So, that's all from us, General out."

"I like him even though he was rude! But he made some valid points with his remarks. Also, he held the disinterest until the end, not looking at all thrilled like the other factions to show off their power. Think he may just care more for the war of our survival, than playing on the playground with everyone."

Cayde was clapping with a smirk as he watched the holographic projection vanish. A scream of agitation came from somewhere in the tower. Saladin must have loved it!"God dammit Charlemagne! FOR THE LAST TIME IT'S UNO! NOT CHESS STOP OVER THINKING YA DAMN AI!"

The Warmind submind looked at me from their console and put up a holographic middle finger. Flipping the fuck out I quit the game as everyone's cards became holographic confetti. Myriad fucked chortled a laugh at me, the Warminds I swear were grinning, my undead were confused. They can be smart but dumb at things not involving war, food, and growing my forces. With a frustrated sigh, I spun in a chair grumbling about UNO chess when Skell graced us with his voice and skully form.

"The useless babies called the Vanguard have stopped their children from biting the shields. After eight hours of us not even lifting a finger to do anything. Vanguard leader Saladin, the wuss titan who couldn't even talk also sent out a notice about us. So, we are SUPPOSEDLY required to introduce ourselves to everyone. As you and Myriad basically lead this show, have fun kid."

"Oh fun introductions, I can't wait."

My response was completely monotone and dead as my servos hissed my disinterest. Sighing I look at the Warminds and shrug at them as I swipe my hand on a console. Pulling up a list of commands I look through them before tapping 'Mass Holo-Broadcasting' on the console.

[Vanguard POV]

"Think they'll actually do it?"

Hearing Cayde, his fellow trainees and mentors had a varied reaction to his question. Shaxx looked like a statue as he stood there still in his armor with his new hammer. Ikora looked interested, but also a little worried about what would be said. Zavala was stoic and silent as an eye twitched. Osiris was pretty calm and relaxed smirking, he just knew this would be fun. While off to the side a complete black armored figure in a Hunter's uniform was silently watching them all.

That was when all across the city their new acquaintance appeared as a holographic projection. Myriad by his side while her master had the most uninterested face an Exo could make. Cayde seeing his face slowly got ready to clap as he knew this would be fuckin funny. If the disinterested look didn't say how much he was going to make this hard on Saladin, then people were blind.

"Alright let's get this done with because I fail to see how the fuck this is needed. Like really? It's going to be difficult to not notice us, but I guess if you want us to talk to the children, so be it."

"Please make him stop now…."

Cayde, hearing Zavala, looked at him and started slow clapping. The hunter had a look of mock enjoyment at what was about to ensue.

"Name's Biazar, the pup is Myriad. That's all you get personal wise. Our group is the Undying Legion, got a lot of undead, machine fuckers, and cockroach like shitheads in the group. Oh, stop with the look of judgment Rasputin! Anyway, we don't die permanently, we bite, kill, and those bitten or touched by my abilities become a type of undead. Don't try getting a boner for our ship because you want to take it? Prepare to die regardless of your grandstanding floppy dick waving fame.

There's a reason why we all never even gave you chuckle fucks so busy sucking your own dicks this thing. The Traveler even agreed not to entrust ya with it, it was a collective project of humanity's first defender alliance. Not a toy for bickering self-important brats who can't even stop being dumbasses obsessed with crim

"God dammit Charlemagne! FOR THE LAST TIME IT'S UNO! NOT CHESS STOP OVER THINKING YA DAMN AI!"

The Warmind submind looked at me from their console and put up a holographic middle finger. Flipping the fuck out I quit the game as everyone's cards became holographic confetti. Myriad fucked chortled a laugh at me, the Warminds I swear were grinning, my undead were confused. They can be smart but dumb at things not involving war, food, and growing my forces. With a frustrated sigh, I spun in a chair grumbling about UNO chess when Skell graced us with his voice and skully form.

"The useless babies called the Vanguard have stopped their children from biting the shields. After eight hours of us not even lifting a finger to do anything. Vanguard leader Saladin, the wuss titan who couldn't even talk also sent out a notice about us. So, we are SUPPOSEDLY required to introduce ourselves to everyone. As you and Myriad basically lead this show, have fun kid."

"Oh fun introductions, I can't wait."

My response was completely monotone and dead as my servos hissed my disinterest. Sighing I look at the Warminds and shrug at them as I swipe my hand on a console. Pulling up a list of commands I look through them before tapping 'Mass Holo-Broadcasting' on the console.

[Vanguard POV]

"Think they'll actually do it?"

Hearing Cayde, his fellow trainees and mentors had a varied reaction to his question. Shaxx looked like a statue as he stood there still in his armor with his new hammer. Ikora looked interested, but also a little worried about what would be said. Zavala was stoic and silent as an eye twitched. Osiris was pretty calm and relaxed smirking, he just knew this would be fun. While off to the side a complete black armored figure in a Hunter's uniform was silently watching them all.

That was when all across the city their new acquaintance appeared as a holographic projection. Myriad by his side while her master had the most uninterested face an Exo could make. Cayde seeing his face slowly got ready to clap as he knew this would be fuckin funny. If the disinterested look didn't say how much he was going to make this hard on Saladin, then people were blind.

"Alright let's get this done with because I fail to see how the fuck this is needed. Like really? It's going to be difficult to not notice us, but I guess if you want us to talk to the children, so be it."

"Please make him stop now…."

Cayde, hearing Zavala, looked at him and started slow clapping. The hunter had a look of mock enjoyment at what was about to ensue.

"Name's Biazar, the pup is Myriad. That's all you get personal wise. Our group is the Undying Legion, got a lot of undead, machine fuckers, and cockroach like shitheads in the group. Oh, stop with the look of judgment Rasputin! Anyway, we don't die permanently, we bite, kill, and those bitten or touched by my abilities become a type of undead. Don't try getting a boner for our ship because you want to take it? Prepare to die regardless of your grandstanding floppy dick waving fame.

There's a reason why we all never even gave you chuckle fucks so busy sucking your own dicks this thing. The Traveler even agreed not to entrust ya with it, it was a collective project of humanity's first defender alliance. Not a toy for bickering self-important brats who can't even stop being dumbasses obsessed with crime. Like really? You rogue fuckers care more for getting your dicks wet from your pleasure at being a criminal. The various factions are children bitch slapping each other saying they're better.

While we just fought alone for a hundred four years with one goal, keeping you all alive. But honestly seeing the mess that this all is? Not even murder happy Rasputin, a Warmind, feels great about your motivations. It's like you all don't want to survive another day in the eye of darkness. When everyone is on the brink of going goodbye. You all just seem to fuck around. So, that's all from us, General out."

"I like him even though he was rude! But he made some valid points with his remarks. Also, he held the disinterest until the end, not looking at all thrilled like the other factions to show off their power. Think he may just care more for the war of our survival, than playing on the playground with everyone."

Cayde was clapping with a smirk as he watched the holographic projection vanish. A scream of agitation came from somewhere in the tower. Saladin must have loved it!

e. Like really? You rogue fuckers care more for getting your dicks wet from your pleasure at being a criminal. The various factions are children bitch slapping each other saying they're better.

While we just fought alone for a hundred four years with one goal, keeping you all alive. But honestly seeing the mess that this all is? Not even murder happy Rasputin, a Warmind, feels great about your motivations. It's like you all don't want to survive another day in the eye of darkness. When everyone is on the brink of going goodbye. You all just seem to fuck around. So, that's all from us, General out."

"I like him even though he was rude! But he made some valid points with his remarks. Also, he held the disinterest until the end, not looking at all thrilled like the other factions to show off their power. Think he may just care more for the war of our survival, than playing on the playground with everyone."

Cayde was clapping with a smirk as he watched the holographic projection vanish. A scream of agitation came from somewhere in the tower. Saladin must have loved it!