It took Bramen only a moment to adjust, stretching out a bit and allowing himself to take in that weightless feeling. Their armour was specially conditioned to force a simulation of gravity though when doing a double or triple jump, it seemed ineffective. He needed to be cautious about jumping around on the moon - there were too many pits and craters that could lead to places less appealing. And that was provided he was lucky. Some of these craters didn't even appear to have a bottom. Bramen didn't feel as though he needed to find out for certain.
In terms of Dorian's weapon though, Bramen would say nothing. What Dorian armed himself with was his business. How the man defended himself was up to him - so long as he wasn't turning it against Bramen himself or any fellow Guardians, what harm was there? There were rumours that Red Death and all made like it were Guardian Killers but no one had ever truly determined what that meant. Fear seemed to keep everyone in check, making them afraid to even dare test the pulse rifle's prowess. It felt natural that Dorian would take up such a mantle.
Bramen could only hope that it was all superstition surrounding it.
"I'll scout some higher ground," he said with a short nod, moving ahead and up a crater. The speaker inside of Dorian's helmet crackled to life, Bramen's voice inside, louder now as he continued to speak despite the growing distance. "Just over this ridge, I'll see what we're in for. With any luck, we'll have a clear walk for the most part." Though really, he wouldn't mind having to fight at least a couple Fallen. Perhaps even a dozen hive.
Climbing up the ridge, Bramen was a number of feet above Dorian now, the Hunter crouching down a bit and his stealth cloaking kicking in almost instantly, obscuring him from the enemy's line of sight. He scanned about, humming a little to himself in doing so. "I see a few Shanks scouting around," he stated, "Looks to be a captain a good distance away, along with a few Dregs and Vandals. Looks like something crashed there - a small drone ship or a satellite by the look of things. We could stand to get a little closer, they look pretty intent on keeping their eye on a nearby cave. I have a feeling they are waiting for the Hive to try and claim their prize."
Bramen stood up, his cloaking still active for a moment longer before her jumped down, gracefully landing on the surface again and before his friend. "If it's one of ours, it's worth recovering - making sure whatever information there doesn't fall into enemy hands. If it turns out it isn't ours, who knows? We might have some new information about the Cabal or Vex to bring back to the Vanguards. By the shape of it, it doesn't appear to be Fallen or Hive technology."
I have defeated 3 bosses in Bloodborne and found a fourth. I need to turn it off.
In terms of Dorian's weapon though, Bramen would say nothing. What Dorian armed himself with was his business. How the man defended himself was up to him - so long as he wasn't turning it against Bramen himself or any fellow Guardians, what harm was there? There were rumours that Red Death and all made like it were Guardian Killers but no one had ever truly determined what that meant. Fear seemed to keep everyone in check, making them afraid to even dare test the pulse rifle's prowess. It felt natural that Dorian would take up such a mantle.
Bramen could only hope that it was all superstition surrounding it.
"I'll scout some higher ground," he said with a short nod, moving ahead and up a crater. The speaker inside of Dorian's helmet crackled to life, Bramen's voice inside, louder now as he continued to speak despite the growing distance. "Just over this ridge, I'll see what we're in for. With any luck, we'll have a clear walk for the most part." Though really, he wouldn't mind having to fight at least a couple Fallen. Perhaps even a dozen hive.
Climbing up the ridge, Bramen was a number of feet above Dorian now, the Hunter crouching down a bit and his stealth cloaking kicking in almost instantly, obscuring him from the enemy's line of sight. He scanned about, humming a little to himself in doing so. "I see a few Shanks scouting around," he stated, "Looks to be a captain a good distance away, along with a few Dregs and Vandals. Looks like something crashed there - a small drone ship or a satellite by the look of things. We could stand to get a little closer, they look pretty intent on keeping their eye on a nearby cave. I have a feeling they are waiting for the Hive to try and claim their prize."
Bramen stood up, his cloaking still active for a moment longer before her jumped down, gracefully landing on the surface again and before his friend. "If it's one of ours, it's worth recovering - making sure whatever information there doesn't fall into enemy hands. If it turns out it isn't ours, who knows? We might have some new information about the Cabal or Vex to bring back to the Vanguards. By the shape of it, it doesn't appear to be Fallen or Hive technology."