Prelude - The Taken King

Mercury and Osiris

Bot was taking some time to relax at the tower. As a warlock he was constantly thinking, unable to silence the questions in his head. Recent events only created more questions. Somehow, the questions faded to the background whenever he studied his trophies from the Vault of Glass and from defeating Crota.

There was a scout rifle, the vision of confluence and a shotgun; the found verdict. Both weapons were from the Vault of Glass. There was his prized possession he received after defeating Atheon; a fusion rifle diagnosed by his ghost to be called the Vex Mythoclast. Crota wasn't as generous to Bot as Atheon had been. But Crota did leave a rocket launcher for Bot after his defeat at the warlocks hands.

Bot studied the rocket launcher. It possessed tracking abilities and took rounds that created cluster bombs upon impact. The weapon appeared tainted somehow; touched by the hive and corrupted in some way. Bot's hands ran over the weapon and he tried to sense the power within. He hoped he would catch a glimpse of the dark power the hive sword possessed. This rocket launcher possessed incredible power. But it had nothing on the hive sword and Bot found himself craving the power the weapon offered.

"I know what you are thinking."

Bot's ghost had activated itself and felt compelled to talk to Bot and get him away from the hive tainted weapon. "You have places to be and people to see, Bot. Let's go." The spark of light floated in between Bot and the rocket launcher. "Can we leave this place, please? I'm certain you need a distraction from all of this violence."

"Maybe you are right." Bot bowed his head and lowered his hands, resting them at his sides. The ghost was surprised that Bot wasn't arguing with him. "But tell me this ghost; if I'm not supposed to embrace these weapons or if I am not supposed to be consumed by violence then why am I so good at it? Why do I have enough power to kill gods?"

"Gods?" The ghost asked.

"Atheon, Crota. I don't wish to see the Vanguard anymore. I don't want any more missions from them. All they do is push me towards more power and more death and destruction."

"Bot, you possess a great deal of power. Power and a connection to light that I can't even fully understand." The ghost said. "You can do things that other guardians cannot or would not survive attempting. Whatever the Vanguard has for you, I believe it is your responsibility to do their bidding."

Bot shook his head, clearly displeased with his ghosts point of view. "The only bidding I will do is my own. I entered the Vault of Glass looking for treasure and I found it. I entered Crota's domain with a team to kill him because it stands to reason that the hive leader needed to die. My first adventure was for myself and my second was for everyone else. Now I am sick, ghost. I crave a power I will never have again." The volume faded away from Bot's voice.

"I, I don't know what to say." The ghost descended so it could look up at Bot and his bowed head. "I don't believe you are sick, Bot. I believe you are the strongest guardian I have ever seen and I believe that whatever you do with your life, it will be for the good of the light and the traveler."

"Maybe." Bot said and he realized he was sulking for a moment before snapping himself out of the negative state. "I could use some fresh air though. Where should I go today? Who am I supposed to see?"

"Hellmutt has requested your presence." The ghost said and Bot immediately groaned in disapproval. "The Vanguard would also like to debrief you. They've talked to everyone else from the Crota mission but now they need to talk to you. I think it is worth mentioning that Eris Morn and Ikora Rey have personally requested your presence."