The Boot Shiner (Destiny OCs x Male Reader)

Chapter 4: Begging Streak

I woke up about a week from now, simply because our situation has not changed in the slightest. I still feel the same amount of sickness, and the girls have made their promise of finding my cure, but they haven't gotten back to me about a plan yet. There was a depressive doubt that kicked in, trying to convince me that I was lied to, but I know it's fake.

My whole world as I know it has changed... when my first guardian of the day shows up...

Commander Zavala... once again... in the flesh. In silence, I hold my arm out to him, gesturing to him to come inside. I allow him to enter my shop before one of us speaks up.

Y/N: Commander, hello, what do you need today?

Zavala: A talk, Y/N, apparel specialist.

Y/N: Of course, yes. Let me set up a table for both of us, would you like some tea? It would be my-

Zavala: Your hospitality is noted, specialist, but I'm afraid this is far too serious of a matter.

Y/N: Of course, Zavala, then how can I help you?

Zavala: You have done great things for the guardians of this city.

Y/N: Yes...

Zavala: Your works... They strike fear into the hearts of those who oppose us, more importantly... the House of Light and Caiatl's loyal Cabal. My armor has been reformatted, refinished a plethora of times by yours and Eva Levante's hands.

I stay silent as I allow him to speak. He picks up one of the old gauntlets I have on my shelf. It's an old warlock gauntlet, that of an exotic variety, crafted by who even knows... These were what were formerly known as The Impossible Machines, gauntlets used to help guardians channel their "Stormtrance" abilities when still learning how to harness arc electricity. However, as armor improved, they became useless...

Zavala: Armor adapted, forgotten, and changed... yet here you are, still doing legendary acts of cosmetics.

Y/N: Well... I appreciate the flattering words. *Cough, cough* In my eyes, most guardians are only as good as how they look. Godly creatures amongst us mortals, things like that... They need to be elegant, right? Why have you come to visit?

Zavala: I understand your anguish, your confusions, your... gripes with the Vanguard. This goal of keeping our solar system safe is beyond your comprehension.

Y/N: Zavala... with all due respect, you are doing an incredible job keeping us safe, keeping the darkness at bay. However, over the past few days, maybe even weeks, I've noticed our struggles are now more internal.

Zavala: You suggest defectors, spies on our inside?

Y/N: No, I suggest more practical, internal affairs.

Zavala: What do you mean?

Y/N: We have always gotten support by the Vanguard and the guardians for many things. We owe them thanks for just how prosperous the Last City has ever been in history, almost rebounding completely from the Red War. The people need a leader, they need support from them in order to continue going on. I know you have shown up here now to talk me out of my desire for a cure for my illness.

Zavala doesn't respond, he allows me to continue speaking, setting the old gauntlet back onto the shelf.

Y/N: Cancer, a disease that has existed for centuries amongst humans, and even some Awoken. Millions of those who are suffering the same fate as me. As old fashioned as it may sound. We need... structure... economy... healthcare... the people need support, and with no Consensus... those people sworn in by the speakers, I think, but now, we have only the Vanguard.