The Death of Hope: Shattered Past Book 6 (Destiny 2)

23: Blood and Iron

When the dawn came James and Michael were the first ones to get ready; James was powered up inside of Caesar, configuring the controls to their settings that he saw as proper. The mech himself was standing perfectly still as he did the work. "James, I'm glad to have you back, but you seemed to know a lot about what we need to do,"

"Well Caesar," he said tapping a few buttons. "Where I came from, the Red War was history," He replied activating the manual controls.

"History?"

"Yeah, we won the war, but at the cost of having a far worse future for ourselves."

"A far worse future?"

"Yes, one where my friends turned on the world, killed my family, committed genocide against my people, you know that kind of stuff."

"I offer my sincerest apologies sir,"

"That's all you can do," James replied locking his seatbelt into place. The chair of the mech was a comforting thing to him. There were many occasions where he felt like Caesar was his only friend in the MDU; the only one who really understood him. "You said you fought Goliaths before right?" James asked as he started driving the mech ahead.

"Fought? No. It's only a fight if your enemy is able to fight back." He replied.

"Haha, that's classic you," James replied. Caesar was the king of the battlefield on land, or specifically his class of Valkyrie was, their strength in armor and firepower was nearly unmatched. "Let's make some noise," James said. "Michael, you all set to go?"

"I'm in position, but you think just the amount of SIVA that I have will be enough?"

"More than enough, you can just use it to power up your shotgun if you feel uncomfortable,"

"That may be what I'll do,"

"Good, just remember, they're counting on us,"

"Right," Mike said with a determined nod before the comms went silent. James with Caesar thundered off to the battlefront the Exo pulled out his MDU sigil necklace and looked at it. He never expected that the world would need it again, but here he was. In his old gear, in his old mech, on a mission to save the world from certain disaster.

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Several hours passed, it was about two in the afternoon, the sun was beating down on the Cabal soldiers outside of the tunnel of Firebase Charon. The psion scouts heard a rumble in the distance, and the sound of falling trees. The two of them looked at each other and shrugged, assuming it was just one of the terradozers moving some trees. However, their thoughts began to change as the sound only got closer and louder. One of them beckoned to the other to contact command, however, it was already too late. The sound was on top of them.

From behind the cover of the forest erupted the three story tall mech crushing the two scouts under his feet. Sprinting off toward the center of the Firebase, Caesar intended to leave nothing standing. The Cabal were a war machine as far as he knew, but they knew not the meaning of the word. Caesar was born for war, and it shaped him to who he was today. Each of the scratches on his gun many would assume were from Cabal soldiers. This however, was not the case. Those marks were from Cabal armor. Harvesters, Threshers, Goliaths, Interceptors, he's seen and destroyed all of them. He estimated that he had a kill count of over five hundred Cabal armor total. He was more than ready to add a couple more to that list.

"Alright, we've got their attention now," James said looking as Threshers, rose up from the base toward them. Caesar drew his weapon and span up the gigantic Gatling gun. A barrage of bullets went firing out of the cannon and into the hull of the first Thresher on the right. The others flew toward them as Caesar engaged his anti missile systems.