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It's Time For The Opening Act!!
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Bleeding, drowning, suffering. The metal machines of war and hate with dual glowing cores marched on endlessly, pounding Khlas back. He could not fully comprehend these... things. They were endless, no matter how many of the Machines of Hate were killed, more would just rise from storms of electric light! Khlas leaned out slightly from behind his cover to fire a shot into the their equivalent of a Vandal, what the Guardians called "HobGoblins". The whirring sound of his Wire Rifle was some sanctuary, he had something to protect himself with at least. A few moments passed before Khlas and the Hobgoblin traded shots, both of which hitting their marks. The mind core in the middle of the Hobgoblin was burned open, spewing out their pure white liquid 'brain' equivalent all over the ground. The machine exploded into parts backwards, revealing that its short stiff neck was merely at a fifth of it's true length.

Khlas awoke a few moments later, Dregs blasting at advancing Goblins. The thicker machines held rapidly firing hand cannons, flinging crimson Darkness that dissolved you from the outside in. It cut like plasma, but it fired it way to fast to be plasma. Khlas felt his top left arm, the Hobgoblin's Line Rifle had burned a hole straight through the top of it. He lumbered up, utilizing the geometric cover of the Vex to raise himself. He used his lower right arm to stabilize himself, while his remaining two arms fired out shots from his Wire Rifle. His shots were slower paced, but they mostly hit true. But then, he heard the sound. The sound of the Great Machine's smite, the sound of jealousy and pain. Khlas looked to other part of the hill they were defending, waiting for that damned Skiff, to see a Guardian rushing at them. He was coated with flames, and held a hammer of burning light. It flung it's flaming hammer, the undead soldier smashing the skull of his Captain with such ferocity he was killed on impact. He watched his superior melt into ash and soot, but then explode a second time killing two Dregs! The explosions of the Dregs burned at his armor, scarring his skin, but he kept on fighting. He threw down his wire rifle, pulled out two Shock Sabers, and charged the Guardian. The light seemed to engulf him for a second, before he realized he was still alive.


A pure white child with a pitch black essence around it to tell itself apart from the Void appeared. Omni looked at him silently for a few moments, before speaking his entire monologue like every other prime. Omnilium was explained to him, the rainbow essence of this world. The dream-like substance bubbled rainbows at him, healing his arm as if he was something not real. This Omnilium... was like the Great Machine. His eternal desires began to ring out, to become a Kell, to have his own House, to remake the Eliksni from the Fallen! Oh the choices and possibilities! Joy rang out, he was finally out of war with the Machines of Hate, and the Undead Ones. Here, he had a chance to finally live.

Water exploded out from the Fountain as a hand clung to the side of it. Fortunately this time it was a deep pond! The crimson eyes of the Vandal looked out, witnessing a woman of strings and a man of green. Flames bellowed from the Woman of String's string, boiling the air like a Cabal thruster jet. He heard the suffering of the House of Wolves on Mars fighting Cabal, trying to enter a base before being incinerated seconds before being able to leave. Trapped within flames and a army of missiles. Khlas silently climbed out of the fountain and clung low to the ground. He sprung like a animal at the two, using all his arms and legs in a graceful scoot around them, looking them down and over. They looked like the Undead Soldiers without their armor, Variks always saw the faces at the Reef. He never tried to go there since only Variks was trusted since Wolves broke their chains. Khlas looked at their reactions to his sudden appearance before speaking. His tone was much more calm and questioning, but it generally just sounded the same.

[spoiler][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaXEILbtE-Q[/youtube][/spoiler]
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"First , the Great Machine. Then, sky fell away. Whirlwind ripped away the past. All honor lost, all hope. Judgment not enough. Cannot keep Wolves from Kings, Scar from Winter. Fell to fighting. Fell to hate...
Found the Light. Too bright in Darkness to hide. House Winter, attack. House Devils, plot. House Kings, plan. House Wolves circle. House Judgment... wait..."


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