A while ago, I came up with a Hive Guardian named Aukesh. He was found by a Titan named Ralathor, who took Aukesh for safety and to make sure this Lucent Hive didn't do anything stupid or detrimental.
I haven't really written anything since this, but I'll fix that now.
Aukesh is a Titan himself. But he hasn't really shown his strength to Ralathor yet. After all, the dude was just resurrected recently.
Anyway, I imagine Ralathor is trying to help Aukesh learn about his Titan powers and what all he's capable of now. Aukesh shows promise, potential, quickly learning the different forms of Light and Darkness he can wield. The two haven't been in action much together yet, but that's about to change.
Both Titans go into the field one day for a mission, and when they reach the final target, a Tormentor, the duo fights it off.
This Tormentor is, as any, horrifying in strength. It flings Aukesh and Ralathor far away from one another, then charges Ralathor with its glaive raised. Shouting something in a tongue he can't understand, it pins him down and lifts the glaive to not him, but his Ghost.
Aukesh gets up and sees this, then screeches a Hive banshee scream. Grasping his sword, the Titan comes flying in, Stasis empowering his every movement as he suddenly musters a fury unfathomable to all. He drives the sword through the Tormentor, freezing it from the inside out as he pulls it away from Ralathor and it remains impaled on the blade. The Titan stares it down in its horrified eyes, and hisses harshly. "You are not of Light. You are a product of the Witness and its corruption. But I am your end, for the Light yields not to terror." Aukesh yanks the sword from the Tormentor which falls to the ground screaming as it freezes entirely internally first, then externally. It's a cold and agonizing death.
Aukesh rushes to Ralathor, blood dripping from his sword, and he holds one hand to his friend.
Ralathor looks up at the Hive Titan with pure horror and awe. "Remind me never to get on your bad side." He grasps Aukesh's hand and is pulled to his feet.
Nodding, Aukesh hugs Ralathor tight. "You do not deserve a Final Death. So long as I stand, I will make sure none fall. But most certainly not you." He separates, and sees an entire battalion of Taken on the horizon. Without missing a beat, he charges forth with his bloodied blade, and drives through a line of Taken, carving through all as though they're nothing, and he unleashes a fury unlike that which Ralathor has ever seen. The Hive Titan freezes all in his path and shatters their corpses with sword and body, his destruction knowing no end.
This, Ralathor sees, is Sword Logic. Show no mercy, no forgiveness, and kill. Bring war. Bring wrath. And never EVER yield.
Aukesh is horrifically powerful in combat, the Titan wielding himself as though he is the weapon.
Ralathor admires this dearly. He can't bring himself to say it, but the fact that Aukesh combines the fury of a Titan with the wrath of a Hive Knight, it's immense and grand.
When the battle is over, Ralathor sees Aukesh panting and doubled over in exhaustion, and he puts an arm around the Hive, grinning. "You're damn mighty, friend. I'll get the ship, and we can report back to the Vanguard."
"Give me a moment," Aukesh says. He stands up and walks to the frozen Tormentor, then grasps its glaive. He breaks it free from the ice, and then walks to Ralathor, holding the weapon before him. "Take it. Remind yourself never to yield to any foe. One must master the art of death if they are to be at its whims."
Ralathor is burning hot, stammering quietly as he gently grasps the glaive.
Aukesh tries to hear what his friend is saying, but can't make it out. No less, when the glaive is taken, the ship comes flying overhead, and transmats him and Ralathor. The two fly out toward Earth, and report their victory to the Vanguard.
But the entire way, Ralathor seems tense, and otherwise remains silent.
"Are you alright, friend?" Aukesh asks.
"Can you eat Human food?"
"Uhh... I wouldn't see why I can't. Why do you ask?"
"I think we should get dinner together. Let's get something to eat, ok? Ok." Ralathor steers the ship in another direction, and the two make way for a diner where they eat outside sitting on a curb.
And Ralathor, during their meal, scoots closer to Aukesh. "I... think you'd be great at Crucible. Maybe we could do a Crimson Days match together when the time comes."
"I have heard of this Crucible," says Aukesh. "I am unfamiliar with it, but no less I would love to try."
"I'd love to try you." Ralathor freezes. "Shit. Forget I said anything. Forget—"
Aukesh pulls Ralathor into himself, and holds the Titan in place. "Sword Logic brings together warriors who share a common goal. Though we yield to none and hold our power as our own, when paired with that of another, our overall strength grows. I am stronger with you. You are stronger with me. I believe this is what your kind calls 'love'. When two are willing to slaughter and die for one another."
"Uhh... sort of. You've got the rough idea at least."
"Then I hope to learn all of it. With you." Aukesh smiles, and kisses Ralathor's hair.
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