#telma stah

[cheshirechos]

Say My Name

She called herself Telma, Telma Stah, it had rolled off her tongue without a second thought. Her ghost asked and she answered instinctively like muscle memory, she didn't have time to question it as soon her and her little group of ghosts and guardians were moving, a hurried walk through the desolate destroyed town they’d awoken in. She didn't have time to ask as they crashed on earth in their rickety ship, the pair of guardians becoming four as they journeyed the cosmodrome.

When they were safe she asked her questions “Who am I?” She asked the second she was somewhere private with her ghost, away from prying ears and eyes. She could almost feel the squint of her companion at the question, a pause settling in as it thought on how to answer.

“You’re Telma Stah, Dawnblade And Awoken Warlock, Guardian of the Traveler! And someone who needs to loosen up a bit” they chuckle, their plates whirring in amusement at their own joke at the expense of their guardian, they knew they shouldn't encourage their guardians curiosity in their past life, the past was the past and it was best left buried.

“That's not what i meant, StormChaser. You know what i meant. Who was I? What was my name? Was it really Telma Stah? Or was it something else? What did I do? What did I enjoy? Who did I love?” She asked, questions leaving her lips one after the other, only stopping to take a breath, curiosity burned with in her as desperate need to know who she was, is.

“You’re Telma Stah” is all her ghost replies before they disappear to wherever it is they went when not visible. She gave a frustrated sigh at the distinct lack of answers from her new permanent companion, before storming off to her new shared residence. She would find out, one way or another.

Telma sat next to her companions, letting her legs hang off the cliff above the io landscape, observing carefully as the remnants of the cabal still ransacked the planet with their drills, they were high above and far from the danger, a picnic blanket laid out behind her as the trio of her friends chatted and laughed between them.

“You know, you could go join them” her ghost voiced, popping out to float by her shoulder as they joined her in looking out over the landscape “I mean, seriously! They’re over there celebrating and having a good time over the cabals defeat and here you are, sitting alone and brooding” they huff jokingly, giving her head an encouraging nudge towards her friends.

“I know, StormChaser.” She replies, sighing in annoyance, turning to look at her friends before the awoken warlock turns back to the view, running a hand through her hair as she thought. “But I still don't know who I am! I can't enjoy myself when this just, bugs me so much. I just, who was I? Why was i chosen? What did i do?” She questions, frustration clear.

Stormchaser sighs, they couldn't believe she was still caught up on this “Why does this matter to you so much more than they do? I mean really telma! Just take a moment to look over your life up till this point! You woke up and crashed into earth, you survived the cosmodrome and made some friends on the way, with in months you ventured into the hellmouth and slew Crota, the son of Oryx, you helped stop the vexs plans on mars, you not only infiltrated the dreadnaught but you also defeated Oryx, the taken king and took his sword for your own. You survived the red legions invasion despite having no light. Why does it matter who you were on that reef? Would that person even compare to Telma Stah, The Taken Sun of the Crucible, Slayer of Oryx and Dawnblade Master.” They ask, annoyed and frustrated.

Telma stops, looking over the cliffs edge as her ghosts words echo in her mind. They were right, for once why did it matter? She knew who she was now, so why should a life she never knew matter? Still she had to ask one more thing. “StormChaser? Say my name. Without the titles, without the accomplishments, just my name.” She requests quietly.

They sigh, but comply, the normally energetic and impulsive Ghosts voice as quiet as their guardians as they speak.

“Your name is, Telma Stah, and you are my guardian.”

[cheshirechos]

Let It Snow

She hated the snow. No, that was wrong, she liked the snow, it was relaxing to play with a pleasant distraction from her studies. No what She hated was the cold, that dreadful horrible thing. Yet here she was, stomping through the cold martian air by Braytech, her lips pulled into a scowl as she pulled the large fluffy overcoat tighter around her body.

She was a dawnblade, she craved that warmth more than anything, she was used to the warmth, the feeling of solar rays filling her whenever she used her abilities, she was half tempted to call on her classes namesake simply to feel that warmth again. But that would be a waste of a power that took time to build up to, and she would hardly waste something so important on something so trivial.

"Echo-4 why are we here again? And why did you drag me out to mars?" She huffs, cold blue eyes glowering at the snow around her desperately wishing to melt it and provide some heat with her gaze alone, she could practically feel Storm Chasers amusement at her memory, 'The high and mighty telma, brought low by a little temperature' they tease her to her disdain.

"Well! Old Megamind said that there was some increased cabal activity on here and he doesnt want them getting their grubby hands on Rasputin!" Her exo companion cheerfully supplies before continuing "He said to take someone with me, didnt specify why so I picked you! A nerd needs her fresh air and a break from her nerdly things Telma!" Echo-4 finishes and Telma could practically hear yhe grin in her voice.

"Echo-4 has a point Telma, you've been cooped up for days in that dorm of yours, head burried in a book. Need to get out, do something stupid for a bit" Storm Chaser supplies helpfully, appearing from their space in her pocket, circling their guardian and looking at their attire curiously "Dont you think the overcoat was a bit much?"

"Why couldn't you bring Virra or Mephis? Or litterally anyone else who likes this Traveler forsaken stretch of ice?" Telma questions, turning her glower to her hunter friend, who remain unphased as ever by her annoyance. Storm chasers words echoed through her mind however and she stopped, an idea forming.

"Uh, Tel? What are you doing?" She hears her companion ask as she concentrates for a moment before throwing down a solar grenade a few inches in front of herself, sighing in delight as the miniature sun forms in front of her, warmth radiating off of it in a wide radius. She sits and holds her hands out near the burning ord enjoying it while it lasted.

"Well, Storm you did tell her to do something stupid" she doesnt pay any mind to the sarcastic remark from her friends ghost as said friends shrugs and takes a seat beside her, pulling out some old snack to munch on, she'd deal with the cabal in a moment, but first she needed to deal with her real enemy.

She really did hate being cold.

[cheshirechos]

The edges of the hellmout were quiet, a rarity among the atmosphere of the moon, normally filled with the sight of the fallen and hive fighting and squabling between each other but not today. The quiet was broken as a ship approached the large hive made hole in the moons surface, a single guardian transmating down onto the surface, a smouldering bond wrapped tight around her arm, a reminder, a promise, and word to be kept. Readying her hand cannon she steppep onto the pad that summoned the bridge to the center of the circle.

As she waited her ghost popped out of the collar of her robe, flitting nervously around their guardian, though they'd never admit it directly to anyone they were worried about their guardian. "Hey Tels? Are we sure we wanna be doing this? I mean yeah the big terrible hive demi-god needs to die but like, maybe we should bring some of the others? Vixen? Mephis? Echo? Maybe even Virra! Just anyone" her ghost all but pleaded, okay they were a bit more than worried.

"I've told you Storm Chaser, Im not going to risk any of them doing this, you heard Eris, she went in with an team of six and she was the only one who lived, and even then that was barely. Now come on, the bridge is finished." She said firmly, ushering her ghost into its pocket of safety as she reading her gun and began the walk across the path, taking a deep breath she looked down into the abyss, she didnt know what to expect, Eris only told her how to get in, not what came after, but she couldnt stop now. She would succeed or dye trying, and if it was the latter? Well she'd cross that bridge when she got there. With that in mind she let herself fall, the walls of the hell mouth going by at a rapid pace as the floor rushed up to meet her, at the last second she actived her glide, the familiar sensation of the light stopping her fall meer inches from the ground.

Telma looked around as she stood in the only source of bright light in the void, eyeing her surroundings before lights began to light up, as if reacting to her presence there, one not far from her and another further in the distance, the light was faint here, and the air was oppressive, draining her of strength when she so much as dared stray near the edges of her circle. Sighing she steps towards the lantern like objects in the distance, the screams of hundreds of thrall sending her into a sprint, so it began.

Ragged breathing filled the expanse of of the wide open area as the sunsinger pulled the hive sword from the knight it had been burried in letting it drop to the ground as the corpse disolved she slumped against the wall and winced, craddling a wound she had gotten in the melee with the knights, letting her ghost leave its spot she sighed in relief as it healed her wounds. She looked up as a loud deafening grinding filled the space, a dark chuckle echoing around and beckoning her forward, so she rose, her wounds healed and her light strong and head held high she marched on.

She hadnt fallen yet, she was still going, still surviving, Ir Yut was dead, her still disintegrating body laid on the ground besides her, a solar licked marauders sword buried deep into her chest. She'd barely managed to kill her in time, shed felt the cold whispers of her liturgy eating at the edges of her mind, beckoning her final death closer, yet she prevailed, somehow, perhaps by sheer luck, she wasnt sure entirely, all she knew was that she had to finish this.

A cry of pain rang out amidst the ding of the battle, a winding blow from an ogre had sent the warlock into a wall where she lay, waiting for her ghost to use the well of light to heal her and recover her light, yet she knew it wouldn't come. Thrall were closing in, screeching horrendously as they charged towards her prone form. Telma closed her eyes as they began to tear into her, letting darkness take her vision.

It was a weird experience this, not something kost guardians got to experience she figured, not unless they were a sun singer, this odd place between life and death, knowing her body was injured beyond repair yet still conscious, yet she did not panic as she became aware of her situation, she was prepared for such an event, and as a pair of knights approached her fallen body where the thrall still roamed and snarled she reacted, pulling harshly on the light she had stored for her Radiance, her body bursting into flames as her consciousness slid back into her body.

Her eyes snapped open as she let out a gasp of air, great gouts of solar light bursting from her back, incinerating all but the furthest of thrall from her, as she got used to suddenly being on her feet again. The flames slowly turned to bright wings of solar energy spread behind her back. Thinking quickly she threw two grenades, one for each knight and then turned to crota throwing grenade after grenade at his stunned form until whatever barrier was keeping him safe from harm, before she rushed forward grabbing a sword from one of the knight corpses as her radiance fades and crota falls to a knee snarling in anger, she doesnt stop swinging the blade until her foe is defeated.

Telma stares in shock as crotas body quickly disolves into nothing, as if hed never been here threatening humanity with his very presence. Falling to her knees she drops the sword and lets her hands hang limp at her side, she'd actually done it. She'd almost died several times but she'd lived, she'd survived and succeeded. Now it was time to go home, time to return to her loved ones and give them great big hugs, they deserved it, besides shed missed them.

[cheshirechos]

Past Days

An awoken warlock sat alone in her ship, staring numbly out into the vastness of space, the empty black surrounding her did little to comfort the Dawnblade. Her face was slack and tears stung at her eyes, threatening to spill over and pour down her cheeks as she replayed the events that had just transpired in the tower but mere minutes ago. Before she had left its hangar for the last time, She had been exiled. Zavala had deemed her interest and research into the Taken to similar to what had happened to warlocks before her, Osiris and Toland, she was considered a liability and a threat to the tower.

She could still hardly believe it, her team had been out on a strike and her mentor Ikora had been doing business elsewhere. She had been told to leave, to never return and to take her studies elsewhere lest she endager the city and everything Zavala stood for. She shook her head, finally rising from her stupor as she pulled open a picture, It was of her with Ikora, Mephis the Exo Sunbreaker, Echo-4 The Exo Nightstalker, Virra Sin The Awoken Gunslinger, all of them her friends, her family, her fireteam. She almost raised another window, a familiar chat window, many years old and overflowing with conversation logs. No, she wouldnt send a message, not now, not yet. How could she when she knew they would follow her away, they were better off in the towers safety.

"Telma, I, Im sorry." Storm Chasers voice cuts through the silence, somber and quiet even as they watch their guardian close the digital window and right herself in her seat, as she wiped away at her budding tears and readied her ship for flight once more no destination in mind for now. They knew their guardian would tell them to not blame themself for this, that she was stubborn and wouldnt listen no matter how much they pestered her to change. They couldnt help it though, how couldnt they when they were meant to help their guardian? Not let them be exiled.

A bitter laugh escapes her throat as the ship begins to move, flying away from the earth for now. Hands clasped in a white knuckle grip as she shakily steers the craft away from her home, from her friends, from her, former city. "Perhaps I should have listened to you Storm chaser, maybe if I had I wouldnt have been so obsessed, wouldnt have gotten exiled. Yet here we are, flying aimlessly for now."

She flew for hours, ignoring the message pings that popped up after some time had passed, she knew what they said without having to look, the questions that were being asked, and she gave a thin smile pleased to know they cared at the least, still that was her past now, she couldn't go back and woulnt even if given the choice. She would be proud of herself even if the tower wouldn't be. That thought in mind she turned around, heading back to the earth but not back to the tower.

As she flies her mind wanders, to her life at the tower, the journey shes made to this point, the highs and the lows. From when she and her team had infiltrated and destroyed the black garden on Mars, to the loss of her light during the read war. The tears fell silently as she lost herself in the memories for a time, she would continue on. If not for the tower then for her fireteam, For her closest friends.

For her Family.

[cheshirechos]

Just wanted to write down a bit of a description of my current destiny ocs.

Might do a poston some of my others later tbh but for now

Telma Stah: Awoken Warlock, Dawnblade. Ghost goes by StormChaser Stands at 5'6. She is relatively closed off from most people not her fireteam and friends and tends to come off as rude, haughty, and easily annoyed. She does her best to look after her fireteam where she can, and also has an acute interest in the taken, often to the detriment of herself.

Thermokarst-8: Exo Titan, Sentinel. Ghost goes by Luka Stands at 6'7. Thermo despite her intimidating stature is a bubbly and sweet gal, hell bent on protecting her friends, family and the city as well as her fellow guardians. Wjthout a fire team of her own Thermokarst often offers out her own skills to fireteams in need of a shield for their mission. With an artistic streak its not uncommon to find Thermokarst painting all across her body intricate designs and patterns.

Sila-10: Exo Hunter, Arc Strider. An old exo, roughly a couple of hundred years old. Ghost goes by, Mini Stands at 5'10. Sila tends to keep to herself most days as of late, keeping an eye on the younger guardians so that they can live a little bit longer. Doesnt stay at the tower alot, comes off as lazy and aloof but is generally pretty skilled and experienced at what she does.