Destiny: Splicers Perfected

Chapter 1

    A small encampment located just outside of an old world factory was the only source of light in the long cold dark. The former iron lord lay next to an artificial light she took with her from base camp. She sat leaning on an old fallen SIVA infused devil walker, the wires still emanating it's eerie red glow even after all those years after they pushed the gates and stormed the city. She started thinking back on what happened all those years. How she had fight hard with Saladin and other guardians to help end the SIVA forces. Traveler knows the terrible things that happened throughout those years as the fallen advanced with each waking second that passed...

     She took her mind off of that and tried to think of something else. Right, her mission. She needed to get inside the factory not too far ahead of her to scavenge for parts and anything useful. It was the only untouched building in the area, though that isn't saying much, especially seeing how the ones she searched were either half scorched and ruined or completely barren. She stood up and unholstered the large revolver that was attached on her leftmost side. It glowed a strong eerie blue before calming and emitting a less erratic spectrum. She then pulled out the revolver that was secured tightly on her rightmost side.

    The weapon glowed a strong radiant red and continued doing so, it's aura brightening the path in front of the former iron lord. The weapon seemed alive, like it was hate filled. The blue however was a more calm and clean weapon. The lord proceeded cautiously to the factory, trying to be as quiet as possible. When she reached the factory, she entered through a large hole in the wall that seemed to be made by indiscriminate violent slashes. When she entered, she followed the main halls until she found a hole leading downward, a small red glow coming from the bottom. She dove downwards, only using her boost to prevent her from breaking her legs at the last minute; though she landed without a sound. She looked around, only to see dim yet still active SIVA clusters all around.

    It wasn't uncommon to find SIVA nests back during the war, but now? Almost unheard of. The splicers advanced far enough to not even need further use of nests, and even if they used them still, they would all most likely be heavily guarded. The lord noticed a pod submerged in the the wall in front of her, hidden behind large SIVA clusters. She approached cautiously, making sure not to touch any of the clusters. When she got to the pod, there was a terminal next to it. Most of it was fallen she couldn't understand, let alone even try and pronounce.

Then a voice spoke in her head.
'Smash it'
Then another spoke.
"Do not smash it"
Before she could even recollect her thoughts, both entities were arguing. Again. 'Oh come on, it'll be a lot easier than deciphering that fallen crap!' "We smash it and we risk waking up whatever is in this pod AND whatever else this terminal is linked to."
The two voices continued arguing until the iron lord decided she'd had enough.

    She slammed both barrels of the handcannons together, making both of the voices stop altogether as the contact between the guns emanated a dark void glow. She spoke in a hushed tone, yet still had the sound of anger and intensity in her voice. 'If both of you don't shut the hell up and maybe try letting me figure it out on my own for once without bickering and arguing I swear I'll take Bad Juju,Now quiet!' The weapons Did as instructed and didn't attempt to speak out or justify their argument like the children they embodied sometimes. She never got tired of it though, it was almost like taking care of children she never had. Nice having company around from time to time, especially if it helps kill anything in your path.

    'You know, having two dysfunctional handcannons as companions and trusty weapons shouldn't be ideal, but it is and I love you both. Soulrender more than Bloodscythe.' The solar cannon lit up in a furious red glow. 'Oh is that so! Guess who won't shoot the next time you're cornered by another servitor you clumsy little sh-' Soulrender stopped him mid sentence; "Scythe please calm yourself, it's an obvious ploy just to anger you further, how have you not figured this out by now?"  The left most weapon dimmed a bit. 'Better be a joke...' The iron lord only giggled in response as she regained her focus on the task at hand.