Disciples of The Witness

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disciples of the witness

DESTINY FAN ZINE

THIS FAN ZINE IS A COLLECTION OF ORIGINAL CHARACTERS THAT HAVE BEEN SEDUCED BY THE PROMISES OF THE WITNESS, THE MAIN ANTAGONIST OF THE DESTINY FRANCHISE. THEY HAVE BECOME ITS GREATEST WARRIORS AND FIGHT FOR IT FOR THEIR OWN PERSONAL GAIN. THESE CHOSEN FEW ARE THE DISCIPLES TO THE WITNESS. BELOW ARE ENTRIES AND MOMENTS IN TIME OF THEIR DEVOTION TO THE WITNESS AND TOWARDS THE FINAL SHAPE. oaths

disciples

Judgement of the Witness - KosmicWraith

Spark of the Witness - Torobatl

Knight of the Witness - Knightscendant

Ankle Biter of the Witness - smollock

Logic of the Witness - Azmodeusart

Abettor of the Witness - ZippyDoDahGay

Beacon of the Witness - AGhostsDestiny

Biomancer of the Witness - A Bed Thief

Argumentatrix of the Witness - rivaldi22

Probatae of the Witness - rivaldi22

Hand of the Witness - bioluminosity

Instrument of the Witness - bioluminosity

Blade of the Witness - bioluminosity

Eye of the Witness - bioluminosity

Deathhand of the Witness - thesafehex

Danseur of the Witness - The Jemster

Pontus of the Witness - Twiranux

Terror of the Witness - Youngerblood_21

Adjucation of the Witness - DeBaunArt

Forgesmith of the Witness - DeBaunArt

Last Words of the Witness - DeBaunArt

Wrath of the Witness - dyingbytheday

judgement of the witness kosmicwraith

spark of the witness

Knightscendant

ANKLE BITER of the witness smollock

logic of the witness Azmodeusart

beacon of the witness AGhostsDestiny

Biomancer of the Witness

part 1

Perfection. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. For hundreds of years I have searched for that perfection by studying the habits of all things. I have dissected creatures to understand their evolutionary functions, navigated the genes of flora and fauna alike, fervently documenting the successes and failings wrapped within. All in search of that perfection.

Life, you see, is problematic to this end. There is so much entropy in living things. So many flaws to be found in everything from behaviour, to physical function, right down to genetic sequencing. Redundancy without purpose. Emotional turmoil without end. Many things without true purpose or functionality to survival. Yet these things are present in all living things, a synchronicity I cannot correlate with reason.

Machines do not have such ridiculous flaws. They serve their purpose with efficiency, as their code dictates. They do not deviate. They produce results without the grotesquery of emotions and exhaustion. They function perfectly until they begin to decay. With that decay they lose their efficiency and eventually fall to entropy becoming as useless as their flesh bound creators. A better standard, certainly, but not...perfect.

Biomancer of the Witness

part 2

I sought to find a solution to this conundrum with the Devils. As a splicer, I was highly attuned to technology and the concept of SIVA was exciting! Self propagating nanites, feeding off of matter to prevent their decay so they may constantly adhere to their protocols was a boon in my search. SIVA granted opportunity. The ability to cross machina with fauna and widdle out the flaws of the latter.

The religious fervour of the Devil Splicers was grating. They too, sought perfection, but personal perfection. Aksis the most. How short sighted of them. I too, augmented myself but simply as a means of enhancing my process. I too had flaws and needed to purge them to better focus on my goals.

The Splicer’s self focus, however, was a grand example of the failings of sentient organics. Their visions were self-serving and shallow. They did not understand what I sought. My vision of perfect organisms spread out through the system. So barbaric. So...defective.

When the Guardians came for the SIVA replication unit, I understood that the Splicer’s were outmatched. I gathered as much of the nanites as I could, as well as several vessels on which for them to sustain themselves and I left Terra in a skiff. I understood I would have to be careful with my experimentations now, given that my resources were finite and the Guardians would be keen on my destruction. Still, I worked on my ship.

Biomancer of the Witness

part 3

My drifting skiff was a keen target for pirates. They were easy enough to pick off, one by one and use for my work. Fear is such an intriguing catalyst in a specimen. Every race has its form of adrenal response that works to heighten the most primitive parts of the body and mind. Survival is such a driving force for such flawed creatures. Fascinating, but inadequate. Primal.

Eventually I drifted beyond the outer planets of Sol and that is when I heard the voice...the voices. I thought it was my nanites speaking to me. The mother SIVA finally talking to me after all this time. We conversed. Spoke of my ambitious goal and what it truly was. With time, I came to understand that it was not SIVA talking to me, but something else. Something far greater. Upon this realisation that voice, with calculated but intimate understanding, told me that they were known as the Witness and that I had a flaw in my logic. My goal. My dream was unobtainable as I thought of it.

Life, in itself, was ever imperfect. A seething mass of instinct and emotion that could never be rounded to any sort of model without fault. Energy, however, was. Though it adhered to entropy, in a way, energy never dissipates. There is no destroying energy, no recreation of it. Simply different states and either concentration or dispersal. For a perfect to exist, it need only exist without life and if I were to help them achieve their goals, they would assure I could achieve mine.

Biomancer of the Witness

part 4

This logic was awe inspiring in its simplistic truth. Furthermore, it was sound. Life was not a puzzle to sort out and morph to my image of flawlessness, it simply need not exist and then Sol, the galaxy; the universe would be perfect. All I need do is assist this Witness in his goal of destroying the Traveler.

So it came to be. I pledged myself to the Witness. He gave me the means to replicate my nanite swarm so I could, in turn, sustain his army. For every Shadow Legionnaire culled, I create two more, knitting them together from the biomatter obtained from our fallen foes, or the terraformed worlds we passed. Every tormentor slay is rebuilt stronger than before. With my knowledge of Xenobiology, I create droves of Fallen and Cabal so my master may place them down elsewhere to put more pressure on the Guardians. Sol is in chaos to stretch them thin and make them weak.

With every light quenched, that chaos lessens. The entropy slows. The flaw that is life is culled.

Hail to the Witness and their vast understanding. May their enemies fall swiftly so that true perfection may finally brush my claws.

-- Data Log: 00146 Davaarik, Biomancer of the Witness.

Argumentatrix and Probatae of the witness rivaldi22

hand of the witness bioluminosity

Hand of the witness

instrument of the witness bioluminosity

Blade and EYE of the witness

danseur of the witness

pontus of the witness

Twiranux

Last words, forgesmith, and adjucation of the witness DeBaunArt

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