Lady Luck, my Destiny fanfic with Diana-3 my exo-hunter guardian as the MC! Written so guardians and civilians both can understand!

If you enjoy my snippets of Di's time with Cayde and the Drifter, come see where she got her start and how she comes to know them all!

I never promised it would be elegant lol

Remember her?

Diana-3, my Exo Hunter from my Destiny scenes I've been posting here on Tumblr? She now has a home on Wattpad!

I actually entered her story in the Wattys!

Super nervous about it, it's only gotten like ...18 views so far and no comments. I could really use see feedback!

Lady Luck (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/onJnuNx2DY Far into the future of Humanity, a large enigmatic thing known only as The Traveler appeared in the Solar system and began to terraform planets. It rose humanity into was is now known as The Golden Age. However, it was short-lived and the Golden Age gave way to the Collapse. Beings of all kinds began appearing on Earth and attacking humans, almost…

Lady Luck (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/cLFHzgxtBY Far into the future of Humanity, a large enigmatic thing known only as The Traveler appeared in the Solar system and began to terraform planets. It rose humanity into was is now known as The Golden Age. However, it was short-lived and the Golden Age gave way to the Collapse. Beings of all kinds began appearing on Earth and attacking humans, almost…

Nightmares

The Drifter strolled into his room in the annex of the Tower, there waiting was the Hunter. Diana-3, or Di as she sometimes let him get by with calling her. She had her back to her, watching the swirling black and white energy in the bank. Or so it seemed.

“People gonna think you’re getting chummy with me, sister.” Drifter chuckled, crossing his arms as he came to stand behind her. “You cool with that?” He waited for an answer but nothing came, only her ghost coming into sight.  “Oh for the Travelers light...” The ghost sighed, its shell twitching in irritation, “I told her to go home, she was going to fall asleep.” 

“She’s asleep?” Drifter asked, leaning forward. Sure enough, her feet weren’t swinging in her usual idle sit. They hung limply, her head cradled by her arms on the bar that made the guard rail around the raised area. “Huh, done gone and run herself ragged.”  “She wanted to wait for you to come back, wanted to see about bounties for that Gambit you’re running.” Joel, Diana’s ghost, explained as he bumped against her head gently, trying to shake her awake. “Di? Di?” 

A soft whimper escaped her, the two watched as the Exo curled in on herself. Her knees drew together, her arms tightened around her head, her shoulders turning inward. The whimper became a whine, low in her throat and distressed. 

“Uh-oh,” Joel twitched and flew between the bars, nudging against her again, “Di, wake up Di!” 

The whine became murmuring, long and slow, a whisper too soft to make out--even for the Drifter’s keen ears. Her shoulders were covered with her cape, but they visibly shook, her breathing disrupted. The ghost turned its cyan eye on the Drifter and as much the rouge light bearer didn't want to help the little drone, he didn’t like hearing the Hunter make those distressed noises.  They reminded him of animals on the verge of death, when unfathomable fear overtook them.  He leaned down and shook her shoulder, pulling down her hood to reveal her teal head and the small antennas that served in place of ears. He couldn’t tell if her eyes were opened or closed, but the whispers became desperate sobs and it twisted an old wound in the veteran light-bearer.  “Diana!” He shouted, pulling her away from the guardrail and shaking her hard. Her eyes snapped open, the light brightening them to the same cyan color as Joel’s. “You alright darlin’?” He watched her eyes scan his face, the plates on her own face shifting to show conflicting emotions. He’d never seen an Exo try and cry before, but Diana began tearlessly sobbing. 

Her shoulders shook as she covered her eyes with her hands, her breaths coming ragged and the wails returning as the emotions ripped through her. Drifter watcher her for a minute before he pulled her closer, patting her back.  “Easy kid, easy.” He said softly. A tone not unlike he’d used for her before, but kinder...more true. “I got ya.”  “It was the crypt again, wasn’t it Diana?” Joel asked as the hunter wrapped her arms around the drifter, clutching to him as if he were an anchor. A life preserver.  “So many faces,” She whispered in horror, “Everywhere I looked--so many faces...and the whispers, too many!” More sobs racked her as Drifter adjusted himself, putting his back to the guardrail and adjusting Diana so she sat comfortably beside him, holding onto his arm for life. It was a long while before Diana had finished sobbing, taking to small sniffles every now and then and a sigh between them. “I’m sorry.” She tried to disentangle herself from Drifter but he put his free hand on hers and squeezed it.  “S’alright. Whatever it was sure shook you to your core darlin’. Never seen a robot cry before, not sure I want to again.”  “I don’t like doing it.” She pulled her hood back up to hide her metal head and turned her face away from him to hide her expression. “Thank you, for sitting with me through it.” She said softly, “You’re the first human that's seen me like that. Banshee’s seen it, cause of the reboots and Hunter...Cayde was the one who taught me how to get rid of the shakes after.” She held up her hand, it shook unsteadily. “Now that he’s...I guess I’m on my own.”  “What was his remedy?” Drifter asked, leaning forward so he could see inside her hood.  “Stories.”  “Ha, well ain’t you in luck. You’re sittin’ with one of the oldest assholes in the tower. If there's anything I’ve got plenty of, its stories!” He moved his arm so it laid across her shoulder and pulled her so she leaned against him. “I ever tell you about the planet outside our system that had rains made of sapphire dust?”

This Hunter goes by many names. Ask anyone in the tower and you'll hear them.

Diana-3 , Di-3, D-3, Di, but almost never you'll hear Diana. Unless you know where to look.

This Hunter despises the number after her name, it reminds her of the darkness that threatens to swallow her everytime she reboots. Only those closest to her know to strike off the 3. Yet only three have been allowed to call her by her original chosen name, and get by with it. Now, only 2 call her by it. It leaves a twist in her gut that reminds her of sorrow.

It's how she distinguishes trust. How much it bothers her to be called, and what to be called, by other people. Citizens and guardians alike.

The Bet

“Fancy seein’ you here,” Amanda smiled as the Hunter turned on his seat to see who was speaking, when he saw the shipwright he tipped his glass in greeting. “Uh..” she snapped her fingers, shaking her head, “Shoot, you know, after all these years I don’t think I caught yer name?”

“Heh, no sense in breaking a record,” He shrugged and smiled, “Just call me Hunter.”

“Sure,” Amanda took the seat beside him, ordering a drink as the bartending bot came back with it. “You’re the one that’s with that Warlock right? Ikora’s apprentice?”

“Yep.” The faceplates moved again in a twitch, like a smirk.

“She know you’re hangin around a cantina?” Amanda asked as the bot brought her a beer, she thanked them, listening as the hunter chuckled.

“She knows,” He replied before taking a drink. The pair sat in silence for a while before he spoke again flatly. “I’m not cheatin’ or looking to if that’s what you think. I came here to remember Cayde.”

“Cayde?” Amanda’s voice shrank to a soft, hurt sound. “What about him?”

“You probably didn’t know this, a lot of people don’t but…Cayde is the reason why Quin and I are even together.” He looked over his shoulder, “Happened right here.”

“No shit?” Amanda smiled

“No shit.” The Hunter turned his back to the bar and pointed to an empty table. “Cayde and I used to come by here after our shifts were done and get drinks from time to time. Play some cards, make stupid bets. One night, when the place was pretty dead, we started making bets.” He waved his drink around, watching the blue liquid swirl in the glass. “Eventually we got to talking about women. Cayde thought he was the smoothest operator there was. Made a bet he could pick up the coldest woman in here that night. Low and behold, Quin was sitting right over there.” He pointed across the room to a table under a soft light.

“She was reading a book with her ghost, and had turned down every drink, every offer of companionship, every flirt. But Cayde was totally convinced he could get her to agree to a date. I bet him five hundred glimmer he couldn’t.”

By now Amanda was chuckling to herself, shaking her head as she imagined the dark-haired Warlock sitting alone as she normally does and reading a book while Cayde with his natural swagger sauntered over to attempt to flirt.

“I couldn’t hear what he said but I saw him do some tricks with with Ace of Spades, some lighter tricks and even some card tricks but Quin just sat there with that friendly smile on her face. Then I saw her shake her head and pat his arm before going back to her book. Cayde didn’t want to come back to the table, I think he was honestly shocked that he had lost.” The Hunter chuckled before finishing off his drink and continuing. “So when he finally got back to his old self, I snuck and bought her a thank you drink and had a bot take it over instead of me. When she got it she seemed surprised because I had a note sent with it that just said ‘thanks’ on it.” He put the empty glass on the bar and nodded as the bartender bot refilled it with the same drink. “When Cayde and I started to leave, Quin was waiting for me outside. She’s figured out who sent it when we looked at one another.”

“Was she mad?”

“No, for once a Warlock was confused.” The hunter laughed and shook his yellow and black head. The black star over one of his eyes caught the light and lit up until he went still, looking sadly at the empty table. “She wanted to know why I thanked her, so when I was sure Cayde could make it back to his place in one piece, I told her that because of her I had become a lot richer, and wanted to thank her for helping me win a bet.”

“Cayde wasn’t sore about it?”

“Oh he was mad as hell, when he sobered up he put me on patrol duty for weeks. Just the small stuff right, until one day Ikora came to him and said that she and Zavala needed a hunter, they were gathering a fireteam to start investigating the Black Garden. Cayde thought I’d done enough grunt work and decided to let me try for some loot, provided I split some with him,” The hunter shook his head, a small chuckle turning into a full blow laugh, “What he hadn’t counted on Quin being the Warlock that Ikora was sending. He tried every way in the world to get me to get out of the job but I refused. We got to know one another during our missions and just…clicked. We’ve been by each other’s side since then.”

“Wow,” Amanda scoffed with a surprised face. “So Cayde helped you find your girlfriend?”

“Wife,” The hunter corrected, turning back around on his stool, showing the ring on his finger. “Lot of folks don’t like the whole idea of Exo’s and Human’s getting married so we keep it on the low but a few people know. Like the vanguard and some other guardians, the venders here in the tower.” He shrugged one shoulder. “And now you.”

Opposite

So my fiancé and I have been co-op days since we started dating years ago lol Destiny had been our go to, major grinder game.

We've always done our own thing look/armor wise but today something funny happened.

We chose red and blue without thinking and sort of opposite-matched lol It wasn't until a cutscene and I looked at his screen that I noticed we were both playing Hunters (I'm usually a Warlock main) and then I noticed he was Red and I was Blue.

Cue the Red Vs Blue jokes. ( #BloodGulchOutpostAlpha #FTW )

I thought it was funny and thought I'd share these pics of Di and the mysterious no-name-hunter.

I keep bugging him (my fiance) that his hunter needs a name, as He (his hunter) and my Warlock (Quin) are in a relationship together.

me: Babe your hunter needs a name.

him: Why? It adds to his mystery to go with no name.

me: because im writing a thing and your hunter plays a part, now what is his name?

him: He doesnt have one! He refuses to tell you because you keep asking.

me: then whats Quin supposed to call him? Just "guardian" all the time?

him (blankfaced): daddy.

me (facepalm): oh my cotton socks. I dunno how I'd feel about Cayde calling you Daddy.

him (chuckling): That'd be funny as fuck.

me: what about Zavala?

him (winces in disgust): eugh

me: exactly.

Lady Luck: First Draft

“You probably won’t be able to leave the tower,” Zavala’s voice was hard and firm, but sympathetic. He wanted her to understand, but he knew it was hard news to take. Ikora was sitting on the edge of Diana’s bed, their latest book of study open to their last page. Diana looked to her for help, but the Warlock looked down into the yellowed pages before closing her eyes. Then the mute guardian looked to Cayde by the door, he seemed just as stunned as she.

“Is there something we can do?” The exo asked, pushing away from the door and stepping further inside the room, “Maybe some tech the cryptarchs…”

“No,” Ikora shook her head, “If it were meant to be…the travelers light would have healed her the way it did us when it decided to rebirth us as guardians…” She looked up to Diana, a soft—motherly smile on her lips. “Perhaps you could work as a cryptarch, or study as a Warlock to help out here in the tower.”

Fury flooded Diana, twisting and darkening her face as she began shaking her head slowly, then violently. She began lashing out against her limp legs in the bed, punching them repeatedly before Ikora stopped her.

“T-t-t-the tablet!” Cayde stuttered in desperation, shocked and worried at the outburst of anger from the new guardian. He was pointing to the glowing piece of tech by her bed. “Use the tablet!” Diana grabbed it, yanking her hands-free from Ikora’s grip as the woman sat back down in her place. Diana stabbed violently at the screen with her fingers, but a shaking hand caused her to lock the screen and only made her angrier, she nearly threw it across the room before she thought better of it and put it on her legs. She began using her hands, her mouth moving but no sound escaping as she tried desperately to communicate.

“Ikora, fix the tablet.” Zavala offered when Diana looked to her ghost and waved her hands.

“She says,” Her ghosts light voice halted as Diana began making movements with her arms. “You know that’s not how sign language works.” Diana’s face hardened before she went back to making the same sign again but in quick, angry bursts, making her ghost sigh. “She says,” Diana made an angry, disgusted face and gestured to her legs, smacking one before pointing to the floor. “She wants to walk again,” Diana rolled her hands over one another earnestly, “To run.” The Guardian in the bed nodded, pointing to her eyes, “To see,” Then she pointed out her window, to the mountains in the distance, “The outside.”

Diana made a gesture with her hands, a wall, then her fingers walking. “She wants to go outside the walls.” Diana nodded, then pointed to the vanguard members before gesturing to her ears, then to the book in Ikora’s hands, before finally holding up her arms in an ‘x’ shape. “She doesn’t want to hear about others tales, she wants to make her own.” This made Cayde look to Zavala who looked like he had something to say, but Diana’s ghost cut him off.

“She says,” Diana grabbed for the book in Ikora’s hand and pretended to read it, before shaking her head at her ghost. Slapping her right elbow with her left hand before making her hands appear to be claws, a look of rage on her face as she glared down at the picture of a fallen kell in her lap. “She doesn’t want to read about the enemy, she wants to fight.”

“But in the state your in,” Ikora began but Diana’s posture wilted, her energy sapped just from that burst of excitement. “We’ve upset you,” Ikora watched as tears streamed down Diana’s thin cheeks, free falling to her lap where her ghost flew to and nestled lovingly like a pet. “I am so sorry Diana…” After a moment, tears still flowing, Diana reached for the tablet by Ikora and opened it slowly. Her anger faded, she was able to work it more smoothly. She tapped out a short message and showed it to all three vanguard members.

Whatever you have to do. Do it. I HAVE TO FIGHT.