Bramen couldn't help but feel touched by the man's concern, a smile forming on his face as he glanced down, hiding a bit of a bashful expression. "It's always safer to travel in numbers," he said, glad that Dorian did mention it first. It felt nice to know someone cared, particularly someone he respected as much as he did the Warlock. The man was held in high esteem by all the clans - the human-oriented New Monarchy, the Exo-preferred Future War Cult and even the Awoken-based Dead Orbit. The Vanguards and the Cryptarchs all welcomed Dorian when he arrived, many high-ranking raiders would nod at him in passing. Bramen hoped to one day carry that kind or respect.
Though in truth, he did. He'd saved countless Guardians in his forays to all the planets, always ready to jump in to rescue anyone who needed help. He was quick to bring back any damaged Ghosts to the Tower, to let the doctors there resurrect the Guardian it was attached to. He was often fast enough to do that himself, even when under fire - knowing how limited and vital the time could be before a Guardian's Ghost would slip offline and go dormant. That happened to far too many. Bramen sought to end that.
The Awoken fumbled a bit at his pack before reaching down into it and pulling out the metal ball that expanded into his Ghost. The shell of his Ghost was red and white, black stripes on the back. It resembled an old animal seen in the ancient archives, a beast called a red hart.The Ghost narrowed its lens on Dorian, beeping and whirring a bit before turning to Bramen, the shutter on the front of the lens opening and closing, as though the robot itself were blinking. It did that for a moment before projecting a screen in the air, Bramen's fingers moving across the words written there - tapping on where Dorian's name was registered and then tapping against his own.
"There. Fireteam secured. Did we want to take the same ship?" he asked with a cant of his head.
It takes practice! So far I'm finding it's a bit more forgiving than Dark Souls. Still challenging.
Though in truth, he did. He'd saved countless Guardians in his forays to all the planets, always ready to jump in to rescue anyone who needed help. He was quick to bring back any damaged Ghosts to the Tower, to let the doctors there resurrect the Guardian it was attached to. He was often fast enough to do that himself, even when under fire - knowing how limited and vital the time could be before a Guardian's Ghost would slip offline and go dormant. That happened to far too many. Bramen sought to end that.
The Awoken fumbled a bit at his pack before reaching down into it and pulling out the metal ball that expanded into his Ghost. The shell of his Ghost was red and white, black stripes on the back. It resembled an old animal seen in the ancient archives, a beast called a red hart.The Ghost narrowed its lens on Dorian, beeping and whirring a bit before turning to Bramen, the shutter on the front of the lens opening and closing, as though the robot itself were blinking. It did that for a moment before projecting a screen in the air, Bramen's fingers moving across the words written there - tapping on where Dorian's name was registered and then tapping against his own.
"There. Fireteam secured. Did we want to take the same ship?" he asked with a cant of his head.