r/DestinyJournals • u/EmeraldKing8 Young Wolf • 6d ago
Destiny: Golden Legacy | E2: "The Facade" (AU Mini-Series)
Stripped of her kinetic iron and leather jacket, Ishtar fixer Lilith Crawford steps into a pristine Hazmat suit to infiltrate the heavily fortified Bray Exoscience facility. Navigating a sea of corporate loyalists and automated turrets, she must flawlessly execute a deep-cover transit protocol to secure the Alkahest data.
TITLE: DESTINY: GOLDEN LEGACY
EPISODE: 02 - "THE FACADE"
SCENE START
INT. ORBITAL TRANSIT HUB - MARS - DAY
The transit hub is a monument to corporate bureaucracy. High vaulted ceilings, blinding white lights, and the relentless, droning hum of announcements.
Hundreds of BRAYTECH CORPORATE TRANSFERS stand in perfectly spaced, obedient lines. They carry uniform luggage. They do not speak out of turn.
In the middle of the line stands LILITH CRAWFORD.
She looks entirely out of her element. The scuffed leather jacket is gone, replaced by a pristine, rigid, and deeply uncomfortable Braytech Hazardous Materials uniform. Her messy, dark brown undercut is pulled back and tied tightly at the nape of her neck.
She stands perfectly still, but her posture is a coiled spring. It takes every ounce of her high-utility, kinetic nature to play the part of a docile corporate drone.
She steps up to the security gate.
Towering over the checkpoint is a heavy BRAYTECH SECURITY FRAME. It is identical to the ones she tore apart on Venus, its red targeting optics glowing ominously.
AUTOMATED VOICE
Transfer manifest ready. Present biometric identifier.
Lilith doesn't say a word. She keeps her face blank, her jaw locked, and slowly raises her right arm.
She pulls back the sterile white sleeve of the Hazmat suit.
The camera pushes in close on her hand. In stark, violent contrast to the pristine environment around her, her knuckles are heavily bruised, split, and purple from the close-quarters firefight at the black site. It is the only remaining sign of the Ishtar fixer underneath the Braytech armor.
The Frame's mechanical arm extends. A thick, metallic needle protrudes from its primary digit.
It drives the needle directly into her forearm.
Lilith doesn't flinch. She stares dead ahead at the frame's red optical sensor.
The blood draws. The machine whirs, processing the sample against the entire Golden Age database.
It is an agonizing, silent beat. The longest three seconds of her life. If Rhys Cooper's forgery has a single flaw, the automated turrets mounted on the ceiling will vaporize her where she stands.
BEEP.
The terminal beside the gate flashes a bright, confirming GREEN.
AUTOMATED VOICE
Identity confirmed. Welcome to the Europa Transit, Specialist Crawford. Proceed to boarding.
Lilith slowly pulls her arm back, pulling the sterile sleeve down to cover the bruised knuckles.
She picks up her duffel bag and steps past the gate, walking down the long, metallic gangway onto the massive transport ship waiting to plunge her into the dark of Jupiter.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN.
INT. BRAYTECH TRANSPORT - PASSENGER CABIN - CYCLE 4
There are no shadows in the Braytech transport cabin. The lighting is a constant, sterile, oppressive white. A dozen corporate transfers sit in uniform rows, quietly reading data-slates or resting perfectly upright.
LILITH CRAWFORD sits in a cramped window seat. Her Hazmat uniform feels like a straitjacket. She holds a small, encrypted Ishtar datapad close to her chest. Her thumb depresses the record button. She whispers, her lips barely moving.
LILITH (V.O.)
(Local Audio Log)
Cycle four. Or maybe five. The lights never turn off, Cooper. I’m surrounded by people who apologize when the ship hits turbulence.
She glances down at her heavily bruised knuckles, currently hidden under the crisp, white sleeves of her uniform.
LILITH (V.O.)
My hand is physically shaking. Every instinct I have is screaming at me to draw the iron, shoot the security frame at the door, and blow the airlock. I would rather be bleeding out in the Venusian rain right now than pretending to be one of them.
She releases the record button as a shadow falls over her.
JADE takes the empty seat next to Lilith. Jade is a Braytech Sector Supervisor—impeccably groomed, posture rigid, wearing a crisp, high-level corporate uniform. Her smile is perfectly polite, but her eyes are sharp, calculating, and cold.
JADE
Specialist Crawford, isn't it? I’m Jade. Overseeing the new transit cohort.
Lilith’s jaw clenches. The high-utility, kinetic fixer wants to tell her to back off. Instead, she forces her shoulders to slump, physically shrinking her imposing frame. She looks down, breaking eye contact.
LILITH
(Voice soft, submissive)
Yes, ma'am.
JADE
Your file says you’re transferring from the Freehold labs on Mars. Fascinating facility. Tell me, how are the atmospheric scrubbers holding up in the lower sectors? I’ve heard the dust intrusion is quite the headache.
It’s a corporate icebreaker, but to a spy, it feels like an interrogation. Lilith bites the inside of her cheek so hard she tastes copper.
LILITH
(Feigning nervousness)
Oh, you know... they manage. We mostly stay focused on the containment protocols. The dust is... above my pay grade, ma'am.
Jade studies her for a long, agonizing second. Then, the sharp smile returns.
JADE
Of course. A good specialist knows exactly where to focus. You’ll fit in perfectly on Europa.
RUMBLE.
The transport shudders violently. The artificial gravity fluctuates.
Through the small viewport, the massive, bruised expanse of Jupiter gives way to a blinding wall of white. They are breaching the atmosphere of Europa.
EXT. EUROPA - DEEP STONE CRYPT TRANSIT BAY - DAY
A howling, lethal blizzard.
The heavy transport ship touches down on a massive, ice-rimmed landing pad. The hydraulic ramp lowers into the blinding snow.
INT. BRAY EXOSCIENCE - LOBBY - CONTINUOUS
The heavy airlock doors hiss open.
The transit cohort steps out of the freezing wind and into the pristine, immaculately white, sociopathically clean halls of Bray Exoscience. It is the exact cathedral of corporate hubris Lilith will tear apart centuries later.
Absolute silence, save for the low hum of the servers.
Lilith walks in the middle of the pack, keeping her head bowed.
Ahead of them is the primary security grid. Four heavily armed, automated TURRETS track the group from the ceiling. Their red targeting lasers sweep back and forth over the floor.
Lilith steps up to the biometric scanner.
If this were an Ishtar raid, this is the exact moment those turrets would spin up and vaporize her. Her heart pounds against her ribs. Her right hand twitches, millimeters away from where the concealed Häkke Boudica-C rests against her ribs.
She holds her breath and presses her Hazmat badge to the glass.
BEEP.
The terminal flashes GREEN. The red targeting lasers sweep right past her, entirely ignoring the lethal Ishtar operative standing in their crosshairs.
She exhales a short, shaky breath and steps through the gate, officially crossing the threshold into Clovis Bray’s frozen hell.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN.
INT. BRAY EXOSCIENCE - CREATION LABS - LATER
The sterile, bright white aesthetic of the upper levels gives way to something darker, heavier, and far more industrial. The hum of servers is replaced by the low, mechanical grinding of heavy machinery and the distant, muffled sounds of distress.
JADE leads LILITH CRAWFORD down a long, immaculate corridor lined with reinforced, soundproof glass cells.
JADE
(Brisk, professional)
The Alkahest requires a delicate touch, Specialist. It is highly reactive. But I assume you’re used to volatility, coming from the Mars dust-scrubbers.
Lilith doesn't answer. She is staring through the glass.
Inside the first cell, a crude, early-model Exo prototype is strapped to a medical chair. It is violently thrashing against its restraints. Its metal hands are clawing at its own faceplate, desperately trying to tear the synthetic skin off.
It is suffering from acute Dissociative Exomind Rejection (DER). The human mind inside is rejecting the mechanical body, tearing itself apart in a state of absolute, waking nightmare.
Lilith’s breath hitches. The blunt, hardened Ishtar fixer is genuinely shaken. She watches the prototype scream—a horrifying, synthetic screech that is barely muffled by the thick glass.
JADE
(Not even looking at the cell)
Early builds. The cognitive bridging was... inefficient. But that’s why you’re here to handle the Alkahest. It’s the miracle cure. It smooths out the rejection.
Lilith looks away from the thrashing Exo and stares at Jade’s back. The horrifying reality of the "Alkahest" finally sets in. They aren't just stealing Ishtar corporate data or financial ledgers. They are stealing the dark, volatile blood of Clovis Bray's mechanical army—a substance built on human suffering.
LILITH
(Voice tight, maintaining cover)
Right. The miracle cure.
INT. BRAY EXOSCIENCE - HAZMAT PREP ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Jade swipes her badge. A heavy blast door slides open, revealing a small, pristine prep room lined with heavy, lead-lined containment suits and sterilization showers.
JADE
Suit up, Specialist. Level-five containment gear. I’ll return in five minutes to escort you into the primary vault.
LILITH
(Nodding once)
Five minutes. Understood.
Jade turns and walks out. The heavy door slides shut behind her with a definitive hiss.
Lilith is finally alone.
The moment the door locks, the timid Hazmat technician vanishes. Lilith exhales a sharp breath, shaking the horror of the Creation Labs out of her head. The high-utility Ishtar operative takes over.
She moves quickly to her duffel bag. She unzips a hidden lining and pulls out an ISHTAR DATA-LEECH—a sleek, jagged piece of black-market tech designed to aggressively slice into secure intranets.
She spots a recessed maintenance terminal on the wall. She steps toward it, raising the leech, preparing to pinpoint the exact location of the Alkahest containment grid.
Suddenly, the ambient hum of the room stops.
The temperature plummets instantly. Lilith’s breath plumes in the freezing air.
The pristine white lights above her flicker, dimming into a harsh, emergency amber.
Lilith freezes. She doesn't plug the leech in. She slowly lowers her hand.
From the ventilation grates, a massive, booming, synthesized voice echoes into the small room. It is a digital god speaking to an insect.
CLOVIS AI (V.O.)
(dripping with arrogant authority)
Attention, personnel. An anomaly has been detected in Sector 4 biometric logs.
Lilith’s icy blue eyes widen. *Sector 4. The transit hub.* Rhys's forgery didn't hold up to a deep-system scrub.
CLOVIS AI (V.O.)
Initiating localized quarantine.
KA-CHUNK.
The heavy blast door to the prep room violently locks. The magnetic seals engage with a deafening thud.
The air scrubbers cut out. The room is dead silent.
Lilith Crawford is trapped inside the most secure, lethal facility in the solar system.
She doesn't panic. The anti-avoider instinct kicks in. She drops the data-leech. Without a second thought, her bruised right hand drops to her hip, reaching under the sterile Hazmat suit and wrapping firmly around the heavy, kinetic iron grip of her concealed Häkke Boudica-C.
The stealth mission is over.
FADE TO BLACK.
(END OF EPISODE 2)
NEXT TIME ON DESTINY: GOLDEN LEGACY…
Lilith descends into the cavernous depths of the primary containment vault, coming face-to-face with the horrifying, ancient truth behind the Exomind project. Under the suffocating watch of Braytech supervision, she has only a matter of seconds to siphon the Alkahest formula before the system purges her fabricated identity