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The Last City Police station was the largest concentration of the city's police force. Located in the centre district of the city, this is where trainees, prisoners and the leadership of the police was. Granted their job was more or less easy due to the fact most of the civilians tried to avoid committing crimes for whatever reason. Today was mostly a sad day as in the morgue the corpse of the Speaker lay on a metal bed with his top and helmet off. His face told his age to all, the wrinkles and stubs of white hair on his face showed how he could be a grandfather.

The morgue doctor just sighed as she looked at the old man. She wore a white coat which had an orange stripe down her left side and a light blue stripe down her right side. The orange showed her rank as a doctor and the blue showed that she was part of the police. Walking up to the metal bed she looked at the man and looked at the data pad she had in her hand.

“Subject, the speaker.” she dictated to the pad as she moved her ginger hair out of her eyes. “Age of the subject is around 350 years old with white hair beginning to show. Cause of death is due to a point blank shot to the head and loss of light within the body.”

With a gloved hand she turned his head and looked at the entry wound. “Black powder scarring can be seen on the hair and skin indicating that the shooter was at least a few feet away.” she said as she strained his head again. “Beginning scan.” she said as she taped a few keys on her pad.

The machine on which the Speaker was on began to moan and a mobile arm with a green light shined down on the Speaker. As it shined down on his body the flesh could not be seen only his bones could be seen. The arm then moved up and down his body slowly. As it moved the place where it used to shine showed his skin once again. The arm moved up and down a few more times before stopping and transmitted the into to the doctor's pad.

Once it was downloaded which only took a few seconds she looked at it. As she did her eyes widened in a mix of horror and shock.

“No that cannot be right.” she said looking at the Speak and back at the pad.

She moved up towards the Speak once again and looked at the wound in the man's head. There was a brass casing for a bullet, she reached and picked it up and looked at it. It was too small to be one from the Cabal and the others of the forces darkness used energy weapons. She took it over to a smaller scanner and placed it on the pad before turning the machine on. A blue light shined on it with a square grid scanning it for a few moments before stopping and sending the info to her pad. Her eyes widened this time with outright horror.

Round fired by a legendary handcannon registered by the Vanguard. The pad read after all the material and rifling information.

“No way.” as all she could mutter.

OOOOO

The Guardians got buy as the constructors worked on repairing the tower. But most of them stood in a circle and had their heads bowed in respect for the Speaker and waited for his body to be returned to be cremated. Commander Zavala stood in a tent which acted as the Guardian's HQ for the time being. He like the others stood in silence while Lord Shaxx did his part but worked on the Crucible matches for now as one of the main things he did was work from the tower to make sure Guardians where following the rules.

But aside from training Crucible matches had become a popular show across the city despite it being a form of training. This was one of the reason's why a few Guardians formed teams to battle each other. These Guardians in particular used to be sports people playing football, basketball and others. The Crucible became one of these sports to them. But since the tower was don he had to postpone all Crucible matches and send the Guardians there to the Reef.

But just then Cayde entered the tent with speed.

“Shaxx, Zavala you both need to come and see this.” he said in alarm.

Shaxx, Zavala and Ikora exited the tent with Cayde taking the lead. Once outside all of them looked on in shock. Police vans and VTOL's began to surround them with yellow tape being set up 15 meters from the makeshift encampment. The police where armed in riot armour and each of them had ether an auto rifle and pistol or shotgun and pistol. Their faces where covered by tinted faceplates as they moved about their duty. As this happened Guardians took notice as well as several civilians who where trying to get autographs from some Guardians.

One Guardian walked up to a police officer.

“Hey man what are you doing?” he asked in a polite manner but the officer wasn't so polite as he spun round and pointed a pistol at the man's head.

“Back away from the line sir.” he said forcefully.

The Guardian just stood there starring at the gun in his face as his Ghost materialised.

“Maybe we should do as he said.” the Ghost said.

Taking the small AI's advice the Titan Guardian backed off allowing for the cop to lower his gun and stood at attention looking on at the camp made up of tents. Zavala then saw a police chief walk passed the line with four guards and walked up to them.

“Commander Zavala,” she greeted. “Forgive me for this but can we go somewhere private?”

The commander showed her into the HQ tent. The Vanguard and Chief entered the tent with Lord Shaxx behind. The Vanguard and the Crucible handler then took their place around a long oval table as the Chief took off her helmet to show a young short blond haired woman. Her green eyes looked from one to the other as she took out a small plastic bag and placed it in front of her.

“During the investigation on who killed the Speaker we found this.” she said. “It's a casing fragment.”

“So?” Cayde asked in his non caring manner but he was only doing this to hide his true feelings.

“The round was shot from a Vanguard pistol of legendary status, and only one group of people have access to that kind of weapon.”

“Your saying that a Guardian killed the Speaker?” Zavala asked in shock.

“That's exactly what I'm saying.”

Description
The Last City Police station was the largest concentration of the city's police force. Located in the centre district of the city, this is where trainees, prisoners and the leadership of the police was. Granted their job was more or less easy due to the fact most of the civilians tried to avoid committing crimes for whatever reason. Today was mostly a sad day as in the morgue the corpse of the Speaker lay on a metal bed with his top and helmet off. His face told his age to all, the wrinkles and stubs of white hair on his face showed how he could be a grandfather.

The morgue doctor just sighed as she looked at the old man. She wore a white coat which had an orange stripe down her left side and a light blue stripe down her right side. The orange showed her rank as a doctor and the blue showed that she was part of the police. Walking up to the metal bed she looked at the man and looked at the data pad she had in her hand.

“Subject, the speaker.” she dictated to the pad as she moved her ginger hair out of her eyes. “Age of the subject is around 350 years old with white hair beginning to show. Cause of death is due to a point blank shot to the head and loss of light within the body.”

With a gloved hand she turned his head and looked at the entry wound. “Black powder scarring can be seen on the hair and skin indicating that the shooter was at least a few feet away.” she said as she strained his head again. “Beginning scan.” she said as she taped a few keys on her pad.

The machine on which the Speaker was on began to moan and a mobile arm with a green light shined down on the Speaker. As it shined down on his body the flesh could not be seen only his bones could be seen. The arm then moved up and down his body slowly. As it moved the place where it used to shine showed his skin once again. The arm moved up and down a few more times before stopping and transmitted the into to the doctor's pad.

Once it was downloaded which only took a few seconds she looked at it. As she did her eyes widened in a mix of horror and shock.

“No that cannot be right.” she said looking at the Speak and back at the pad.

She moved up towards the Speak once again and looked at the wound in the man's head. There was a brass casing for a bullet, she reached and picked it up and looked at it. It was too small to be one from the Cabal and the others of the forces darkness used energy weapons. She took it over to a smaller scanner and placed it on the pad before turning the machine on. A blue light shined on it with a square grid scanning it for a few moments before stopping and sending the info to her pad. Her eyes widened this time with outright horror.

Round fired by a legendary handcannon registered by the Vanguard. The pad read after all the material and rifling information.

“No way.” as all she could mutter.

OOOOO

The Guardians got buy as the constructors worked on repairing the tower. But most of them stood in a circle and had their heads bowed in respect for the Speaker and waited for his body to be returned to be cremated. Commander Zavala stood in a tent which acted as the Guardian's HQ for the time being. He like the others stood in silence while Lord Shaxx did his part but worked on the Crucible matches for now as one of the main things he did was work from the tower to make sure Guardians where following the rules.

But aside from training Crucible matches had become a popular show across the city despite it being a form of training. This was one of the reason's why a few Guardians formed teams to battle each other. These Guardians in particular used to be sports people playing football, basketball and others. The Crucible became one of these sports to them. But since the tower was don he had to postpone all Crucible matches and send the Guardians there to the Reef.

But just then Cayde entered the tent with speed.

“Shaxx, Zavala you both need to come and see this.” he said in alarm.

Shaxx, Zavala and Ikora exited the tent with Cayde taking the lead. Once outside all of them looked on in shock. Police vans and VTOL's began to surround them with yellow tape being set up 15 meters from the makeshift encampment. The police where armed in riot armour and each of them had ether an auto rifle and pistol or shotgun and pistol. Their faces where covered by tinted faceplates as they moved about their duty. As this happened Guardians took notice as well as several civilians who where trying to get autographs from some Guardians.

One Guardian walked up to a police officer.

“Hey man what are you doing?” he asked in a polite manner but the officer wasn't so polite as he spun round and pointed a pistol at the man's head.

“Back away from the line sir.” he said forcefully.

The Guardian just stood there starring at the gun in his face as his Ghost materialised.

“Maybe we should do as he said.” the Ghost said.

Taking the small AI's advice the Titan Guardian backed off allowing for the cop to lower his gun and stood at attention looking on at the camp made up of tents. Zavala then saw a police chief walk passed the line with four guards and walked up to them.

“Commander Zavala,” she greeted. “Forgive me for this but can we go somewhere private?”

The commander showed her into the HQ tent. The Vanguard and Chief entered the tent with Lord Shaxx behind. The Vanguard and the Crucible handler then took their place around a long oval table as the Chief took off her helmet to show a young short blond haired woman. Her green eyes looked from one to the other as she took out a small plastic bag and placed it in front of her.

“During the investigation on who killed the Speaker we found this.” she said. “It's a casing fragment.”

“So?” Cayde asked in his non caring manner but he was only doing this to hide his true feelings.

“The round was shot from a Vanguard pistol of legendary status, and only one group of people have access to that kind of weapon.”

“Your saying that a Guardian killed the Speaker?” Zavala asked in shock.

“That's exactly what I'm saying.”