hallarider | And the Light Shines -- Destiny AU

And the Light Shines -- Destiny AU

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The Traveller was always meant to be a safe haven for what pieces of humanity still remained. Though their numbers had actually been increasing over the last several years, there was still darkness that needed to be kept at bay. There was still so much that needed to be reclaimed, so many enemies that continued to beat at the doors and threaten what remained. That was why the Guardians always fought so hard. Whether it was tactical strikes, routine patrols or special assignments, the Traveller was home to all sorts who stood for what was Good. The Guardians swore to protect their home at all costs, venturing planets over with their Ghosts lingering nearby, their direct connection back to the Traveller and to the Speaker.

Bramen was no exception. The Awoken Hunter was always eager to serve, ever since he recalled waking up to the Light. Though he tried to be cautious, a number of routine training exercises proved he was often a bit too over-enthusiastic, the poor man facing a number of embarrassing defeats in the Crucible tournaments. Good thing that something like that could be overlooked, particularly for someone so dedicated to aiding the vanguard. There were plenty of others like Bramen - but there was one person in particular that he found himself more than willing to fight alongside. One person could get him to go right into the bowels of Venus and straight into enemy fire on Mars. There was always one man he could trust to watch his back, one Warlock who just needed to look his way and the Hunter would be ready to go at a moment's notice.

That particular Warlock could often be found down in the tavern beneath the hangar, out near where Dead Orbit would congregate. The Awoken of that faction would often glance every time Bramen walked back, follow his movements - it was unnerving but they always kept a close eye on everyone who would come and go. He'd heard from a reliable source they were seeking out new talent. Bramen couldn't help but wonder if his Warlock friend knew about it.

Bramen made his way down to the tavern, taking the steps two at a time as he looked around the modestly crowded area, his bright yellow-green eyes glowing in the dimmer light. He caught sight of his friend, the man seated on a couch with a drink in hand, drinking and chatting with a very bulky Exo Titan - I-R0 N. Bull if Bramen recalled the man's name. One of the more acclaimed raiders that he knew of, a man who commanded his own unit of men and women, his own raid faction. It was an impressive sight to see when they all went off and recorded their run, bringing back what information the city needed. The Exo knew just about everyone in this city - it was no surprise he was friendly with Bramen's own companion.

"Dorian," the Awoken called out, raising his hand in greeting before moving closer to where the men sat, greeting them both, "I've been looking for you."

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"There's a human Titan I know, Cullen, he would probably be willing to help us," Dorian mused but it was too late to go fetch the man now. They would be on the moon in moments.

He laughed and enjoyed the friendly banter. "Oh, you are going to regret that confidence when you're buying me as much alcohol as I can consume."

Dorian will happily get drunk on Bramen's money.

They could bicker on and on over who would be paying but the ship began moving towards the Moon, Bramen's Ghost guiding it towards the surface. The ship hovered high above the drop point, the computer within its systems engaging once the Awoken's Ghost unhooked itself from the dash. It levitated closer to its Guardian, blinking its lens at the pair of men before it transported them both down onto the surface.

The technology behind the drop was something to behold, almost as much as Dorian's powers were. The moment they were out of the ship, their armour materialised, snug to their bodies, helmets equipped and life support systems engaging. It was a blink of light that caused the two men to drop down onto the moon's surface, feet touching down and disturbing the dust. Bramen took in a deep breath and drew his rifle, ensuring it was fully loaded, ready to fire at a moment's notice.

"The colonies aren't far," he said, his voice flanging a bit through his Exodus Cover helm. The visor at the front glowed a bit, a vibrant white as it picked up the environment, scanning the region with a slow turn of his head. "Should we unload the Speeders? Or do we want to walk the scenic route?"

The loss of the Earth like gravity was always a strange sensation just like materializing with all his gear on and his pulse rifle in his hand. Hopefully his Hunter friend wouldn't report him for having the illegal Red Death.

"Let's go on foot," he said as he inspected his weapon to make sure he had it built the way he wanted. "We'll be quieter that way and if there are Fallen waiting for us they won't suspect a thing."

Dorian wasn't as good at stealth as Bramen but he could manage to get close without making too much noise.

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."

Dorian moved along a ridge for cover. He focused on Bramen's voice in his helmet as he waited for a clear line of sight. His radar showed him a few enemies in the distance but nothing beyond that.

"We should clear them out," he said when Bramen was finished reporting. "We can check the downed object and scout without being bothered until reinforcements arrive. Do you want to carefully snipe or should we head in?"

Dorian would be content with either strategy. He had a very nice shotgun for just such occasions but his sniper rifle saw a lot less action.

The terrain favored them. There were more ridges between them and the enemy, providing them more cover. The enemy would have to fight in the open.

"We should scout the cave as well just to make sure nothing is going on there." He had heard reports that the Hive were starting to do rituals of some sort, a cult of some kind with a focus on blades and piles of skulls. If they were acting on the Moon they needed to take the opportunity to stop it while they could.

"We'll move in a bit closer and find a ridge near them - we'll pick them off with sniper rifles and close in once their numbers have thinned," Bramen said with a nod. Even if he was occasionally brash, the Awoken had a good eye for strategy at times like this. "If we can take the Captain down, we should be able to move in, pick off the rest at a closer range. If we can't take the Captain down, we can at least focus on his minions there. Once they're gone, we can move in and get him in a pincer - hopefully before he calls for any reinforcements."

Bramen pulled his Ghost out again, double checking his equipment. "I've got Patience and Time with me," the name of his rifle was a bit ironic, considering how often the Hunter ran in headlong. "Arc damage will help if the Captain puts up his shield." He equipped it, the sniper rifle appearing in his hand before his ghost collapsed and returned to his pack. He double checked his ammunition reserves and readied the rifle, looking around the area again. "We should be able to each take a side - if you open fire first -- or even throw down a grenade, it could make them run closer to my side. If everything goes as planned, once they realise my side is a trap, they'll start to retreat and you can begin picking them off as they try to scatter."

With luck, the Captain would be the one leading the retreat - and a few lucky shots to his head, he'd be downed. Bramen gestured over towards a ridge down the line, nodding in its direction. "We'll head over there - there's a twin pair of peaks we can each take."

Dorian was a decent strategist. He favored the shock strategy though. Overwhelm your enemy with sudden force and leave them panicking so they can't form a strategy. In same cases it worked but in others it was useless. He was willing to take the careful strategy here when they didn't have the numbers for overwhelming.

"There's a ridge maybe three yards from your position. It will give you a better flanking position," he replied as he scanned the area again. "I can take position a yard to my right and shoot from there. It will provide good cover and if they find some way to flank I can retreat easily."

His sniper rifle wasn't quite as good. It was a Legendary but certainly not to the caliber of Patience and Time. He still equipped it and checked the ammo.

"You move up first. I'll toss a grenade and move up then we start shooting. Sound good?" he asked, looking over the field one more time.

Bramen nodded to his friend's suggestion, more than pleased to get started. Picking down Fallen with a sniper rifle was almost like a hobby at this point, something he all but thrived on. Be a good chance to start counting how many Fallen he could down too - certainly more than Dorian if his hand was steady enough. Oh, he could taste it already.

"On your signal," Bramen reminded him, quickly moving towards the ridge Dorian suggested, swift in making his approach to his vantage point. He crouched down, allowing himself to cloak among the rocks, not yet aiming his rifle. It was nearly impossible to retain the focus to do both at once, he'd wait until Dorian's grenade went off. He was poised and he was ready, even if Dorian couldn't see him - though the Warlock no doubt saw where it seemed a patch of land was distorted, a reflection of the rock that moved on its own. At this distance, the Fallen wouldn't take notice.

"Let's see what--" Bramen suddenly cut off, the sky above darkening. A Fallen dropship was moving in overhead, the engines audible and disrupting communications. It rumbled overhead, a gust of air pushing down over top both men and threatening to knock them out of place. The ship moved towards where the other Fallen were, the bay doors in the back opening up and releasing two more Captains, along with a handful of Dregs. Several more Shanks flew out too, taking their time in drifting towards the surface - capturing a visual on everything that came within their line of sight. The new Captains that arrived started to make their unintelligible sounds, those grunts and roars that had no translation. Fallen could speak a common tongue if necessary - but their own language seemed to go without translation. No scholar had been able to crack it yet.

The drop ship rose back up, climbing higher into the sky - leaving without firing anything, something Bramen suddenly found himself beyond grateful for. He breathed in, quickly opening the channel to speak directly to Dorian once more.

"I have a feeling we'll need to rethink this strategy..."

Bramen moved first and Dorian was quick to move after him. He slid on his knees behind his cover and had just plucked the grenade off his belt to arm it when the sky went black.

He peeked carefully over the ridge to watch the Fallen dropship sail overhead and drop its cargo off. More Fallen, of course.

"It's a Warsat," Dorian said softly through the comms, though there was no reason to keep his voice down. "That's why they're amassing like this. They want it and want to keep Guardians away."

This changed everything. The numbers had increased but they still had a better chance to live than to die. There was no Walker. Dorian counted it a good day whenever there was no Walker.

"Can you stealth to the Warsat?" he asked, a little rhetorically. "If you can get in to position on it I will throw a grenade, as planned, but follow it up with heavy rocket fire. Dragon's Breath will clear out a number of them. While they're focused on me, you can pick them off until your blades are charged then dance through the rest of them."

There went their careful cover strategy but they didn't have that luxury anymore. They couldn't let the Warsat end up in Fallen hands. It had too much valuable information for the Tower.

Bramen audibly wet his lips and swallowed, breathing out so that Dorian could hear it. "I can try to stealth that far," the Awoken said, his grip tensing up a bit more on his rifle. He shifted and slid down the ridge a bit, pressing his back to it as he took out his ghost - making certain the light from the screen produced was obscured from sight. He went through his inventory, removing Patience and Time in favour of a handcanon instead. Better at a close range like that.

"Picking them off at a close range shouldn't be too hard, we should be able to recover that warsat..." he murmured it a little, jaw tense as he continued through his inventory, making certain there wasn't anything he was missing.

"But if they called in for backup with three captains like that, I'm wondering just what might be in the cave - if they've already been attacked once or if they only say the light of the Hive glowing in there and got put on edge."

He minimised his Ghost again, patting the robot safely back into his pack. "I know it's a risk but let's just wait a minute - they're on edge about something, they're ready to fight. If Hive are waiting in that cave, if they attack, we can use it to our advantage. He chaos will make it easier to pick them all off while they're distracted by their own foe."

Dorian was not one for patience unless he was contemplating the mysteries of the universe and the power of the Void. He didn't want to wait and see what the Fallen's next move would be. The warsat was sitting right there with valuable data and enough enemies to take it.

"Next time we go on a simple mission we will make sure to bring a Titan to throw at situations just like this one," Dorian muttered under his breath but loud enough so that it would be heard on the comms.

"I will give you exactly a minute to see if they make any further moves. If they take one step towards seizing the warsat Dragon's Breath and I will start the battle." It was too valuable of a resource to lose because they should be cautious.

Dorian took a deep breath, then another and opened his mind to the Void, drawing energy in to his body. He would have to strike hard and fast if the Fallen made any sort of threat to them or the warsat. He hoped to be full of Light and Void by the time that happened.

The calmer he was the quicker that would happen. Although, the Void liked violence as well. Killing a bunch of Fallen would have the same effect as waiting patiently. He was following Bramen's lead, however, and would give him the promised minute.

One minute was all Dorian was willing to give him but something about this didn't feel right. The Awoken could sense something - he didn't know what but he had a feeling that once shots were fired, it was going to go from the present state of bad to exponentially worse. Dorian didn't seem inclined to listen though and rightly so, the warsat did contain vital and valuable information, things that should never fall into Fallen hands. He swallowed again, knowing hesitation could cost them a great deal more than either man anticipated.

"I'll make a break for it," Bramen finally said, turning over and cloaking himself. "I'll stand in front of the Warsat, where the lights are shining. When you see them get blotted out, launch your attack," he said, rising up to his feet and dashing down the side of the ridge, charging towards the Fallen. With luck, the rockets would distract them, Bramen could fire off a few rounds into the backs of a few Dregs. They had numbers on their side right now but the two men could easily wear them down.

The Awoken travelled swiftly, slipping gracefully past the enemy as he charged the warsat, not about to let it fall. It was import to every man and woman still alive, the information it carried couldn't simply be ignored or left to be preyed upon by minions of the dark. Bramen had to keep those thoughts in mind, even as his heart raced. One misstep was all it would take for his stealth cloaking to fail - a stray bullet, a Dreg knocking against him, stumbling over a rock. He just needed to make it to that warsat. He just needed to get in place--

A loud shriek echoed across the area and just as Bramen stood before the warsat and whirled around, dozens of thralls began to pour out of the cave. They shrieked and leapt at the Fallen, slashing at their victims. No sooner had their done so, powerful blasts of arc energy travelled from the cave and out towards the Fallen Captains. A pair of Knights emerged from the cave, blasting their weapons as another dozen Acolytes followed. Bramen was in front of the warsat now, this chaos abruptly erupting around him. He wanted to hole his breath, he felt his heart pounding even faster, bullets and pulses of energy sailing past him as the enemy began to collie.

"Fire! Fire it now!"

The screams of the Thrall jerked Dorian out of his meditation. He was dazed for a second as reality closed in around him again. The Void left him and the Moon returned to him.

"What the hell is going on?" Dorian lept to his feet, took a position on the top of the ridge and hefted Dragon's Breath on to his shoulder.

He fired in to the densest parts of the Fallen and Hive, spreading fire as far as he could get it. He emptied the clip, reloaded, and fired again.

Even fighting amongst themselves a few of the Fallen and Hive noticed him. They should considering the rockets he was launching them in to the crowd. He switched weapons and hurled a grenade in to the mess as he stepped down from the ridge.

He brought Red Death up and opened fire, switching targets as they began to fire at him. The Void was surging in him, so close to bursting that he felt as if he contained the whole universe inside.

Soon, he would be able to hurl that energy at the enemy.

The rockets from Dragon's Breath didn't hit many, but the spray of fire scorched a few of the Fallen Dregs, the explosions causing them all to gather closer to the warsat. The Hive were still charging forward, a few Thralls distracted by Dorian's appearance - they began to rush towards him, despite that void grenade that he'd dropped. They shrieked and lurched away from the void energy that threatened to pull them in. A few Vandals looked over to where Dorian was, letting out a cry and hefting their guns towards him in anger. They began to move forward--

Only to have Bramen charge forward and press his Last Word up against a Vandal's head. He pulled the trigger, a stream of liquid and bits of glimmer falling from the Vandal. Bramen swiftly whirled around and did the same to the next two, spinning the barrel of his handcanon and reloading as he kept an eye out for any more incoming foes.

"New plan," he began, speaking for Dorian to hear him in his helm, "Let's spice up this wager - dregs are worth one point, vandals two, all hive are one except for those Knights - Knights and Captains are all worth 5. Loser buys drinks still."

Some thralls shrieked as they spotted the Hunter, racing towards Bramen now, brandishing their claws and gnashing their teeth. He put away his handcanon and wet is lips, hand moving towards his blade. "Excuse me a moment - I need to handle these Thralls."

His blade glinted on his hip as he grabbed it, an energy surrounding the Hunter as he leapt forward, slicing through one Thrall after the next in a Bladedance. He moved with ease and grace, cutting through the thick hide of the beasts, fluids from their bodies spraying out and covering him. It drew the attention of a few Acolytes - but they were smart enough to run towards the cave again for cover. A couple of Dregs were not - and they were caught on the wrong end of Bramen's blade.

"You can't change the rules of the bet after it's been made!" he protested as he kept his eyes focused down the sight of his pulse rifle.

He aimed for the chest and let the natural pull of the gun bring his hand up until heads exploded. It was a very satisfying feeling. He dodged blasts from the Fallen rifles and as soon as his grenade was recharged he threw another in to the mess, splitting the group.

On one hand it made it easier to pick off enemies one by one but it also spread them out so Bramen had a bit longer to dance before his flashing blades connected to the enemy. If they were counting points he was going to make things a bit hard. It was a friendly competition.

Dorian focused his attention on the big targets. The Captains. He switched to his secondary weapon and weakened one's shields then switched back to his rifle to finish it off. This put him inches away from the second Captain who said something in his native tongue.

He grinned at him, ducked under his shot and came up with the Void in his hand. He slammed the blast in to him. The shot split off in to three, one shot hit the Captain in the chest and he dissolved in to nothing and the two others branching to the side to destroy the Vandals that closed in to try and help their Captain.

"That's half the fun," Bramen retorted with a laugh, even though he now had a longer distance to move between his strikes. The light around him and his blade faded and he settled, shoulders relaxing a bit as he tucked the knife away, opting to grab his handcanon once more. He fired at a few Thralls he'd missed, bullets sailing right into their weak points and sending them down. A hail of bullets from a few Dregs and a Vandal but he managed to avoid most of them, tossing out one of his arc grendades to send them scattering. One of the Vandals tried to jump onto the grenade, to shield the others from the blast - though once it went off, there was little the creature's body did to stop it.

"Don't get too cocky now," the Awoken cautioned, racing over towards some rocks where a group of Acolytes had huddled. "Those Knights near the cave mean business - and there'll be some Shanks closing in real soon!" Of course, Bramen threw caution to the wind and immediately dove into that group of Hive behind the rock. He tore out his knife and started slashing into them, a swift melee on the ones closest before he pulled out that handcanon with a flourish, picking off the last two.

He spun the barrel and reloaded, keeping an eye up for any incoming drones. "Besides... So far, I think I'm winning."

"My ghost is keeping a tally for me," Dorian said with a laugh as he turned towards the knights without a single sign of fear. It was hard to fear death when he could resurrect himself.

He had no knife to slash with but blasted pure Void from his fingers in a shotgun blast that staggered the first knight. He followed it up quickly with an actual shotgun, firing as quickly as he could get the weapon to fire.

The other knight came to his friend's rescue, swinging with the aim of cutting Dorian's head off. He laughed as he leapt out of the way and glided away. In midair he switched back to Dragon's Breath and unleashed a rocket between the two knights.

The first one died and the other began to burn. When Dorian's feet touched on the moon surface he pulled out Red Death and destroyed what little health the bastard had left.

"We'll see who's winning."

"I am," Bramen said cooly, activating another bladedance as he charged in behind Dorian, slicing through a few Dregs that were trying to sneak up on the Warlock. He moved with extreme speed and precision, jumping up to slash apart a few Shanks that had moved in to try and see what was happening. The Acolytes that remained waved to one another, signalling a retreat as they raced back towards the cave, not even bothering to look back at the carnage that remained in the wake of the two Guardians. Whatever remaining Fallen appeared to have turned tail as well, a few Shanks disappearing into the distance and away from the warsat.

Bramen's dance finished, he was left kicking a few Fallen corpses to make certain they were good and dead. The ones he'd managed to take down with his handcanon were missing their heads in that moment, he could only assume those ones wouldn't be getting back up. "All that, didn't even need to fire wildly with my auto-rifle," he smirked, taking out his ghost to re-equip it. He pressed a few buttons on the virtual screen it produced, a glow surrounding the warsat they'd defended.

"I'll send this back to the ship for now... Did we want to take it back to the tower now? Or should we continue on? The old colonies aren't too far from where we are, we might as well continue investigating."

"Oh no, we are finding what we came here for. The warsat will be perfectly safe on your ship in the meantime," Dorian said firmly. He came all this way for his prized data and he was not leaving without it.

He slid his pulse rifle on to his back and stretched his arms above his head. The battle got his energy flowing, Void and Light and adrenaline mixing. He wanted to discover something or shoot more Fallen whatever came first.

"I will let you think you've won our little wager for the rest of our trip and will only crush your hopes and dreams once we're back on your ship." They were close to where Dorian needed to go anyway. They could kill two birds with one stone as the old Earth saying went.

They would be rewarded handsomely for the warsat. Bramen would have plenty of money to spend on drinks for them. It was so nice to win a friendly wager.

Bramen kept his rifle in hand, gesturing for Dorian to follow once the warsat was safely secured and disappeared, teleporting back up to the Awoken's ship. "You keep thinking that," Bramen said with a bit of a laugh, not about to let the Warlock get too smug. "I suppose we're bound to encounter something more though, and you might stand a chance of catching up," he said, waggling a finger in his friend's direction as he turned his head towards the man.

"Come on. The colonies should be just around this next bend," he said, leading his friend onward. "Do you know where we'll find the information you're looking for? Provided the Fallen haven't scoured it yet... Though I suppose that warsat would've kept them busy, likely drove most of them out this way."

At least it might be quiet while they were poking about the old colony - if they were unlucky, they might encounter a servitor. They could take one down easily enough though. Captains tended to be the real pain and hopefully there weren't any more of those kicking about. A couple dregs or vandals would be a cakewalk.

He would keep thinking that because he knows he won. Bramen could brag all he wanted but Dorian was confident his large kills would make up for all the tiny kills that Bramen made. He did get through many in his bladedance but he would not doubt his skill with the Void and rifle.

"I have an image scan the Cryptarch gave me," he said as he jogged after his friend. He kept his gun tucked away so he could look around the colony ruins and study the signs of ancient humanity. "I'll recognize it when I see it."

His memory was incredibly good especially for visuals. He had a great memory for words and text but visual was his best asset.

"I'll keep an eye out for the enemy, you focus on your task," Bramen nodded towards Dorian as the man caught up to him, walking with a graceful and easy stride now. He knew it was best to keep alert and not get too cocky about things - but it was sometimes hard not to when the adrenalin was pumping through him like this.

"The Cryptarchs trust you with a lot of things, don't they?" he asked, though he knew the answer simply enough. "It's a high honour to have, a rather prestigious role... Was your father a Cryptarch?"

Dorian scoffed under his breath which was hard to do when he was wearing a helmet that was keeping him supplied with oxygen.

"Yes, my father is a Cryptarch. He is very focused on Venus and the Ishtar Academy." Which meant Dorian rarely saw the man growing up and he was incredibly disappointed that Dorian knew how to snap necks and slice things open instead of spending his day buried in old data.

The sex with his adviser back when Dorian was young also had something to do with it but he liked to ignore that.

"I still earned the rank I have," he reassured him. "I found the same engranms and did favors for them as you did."

"I wouldn't have expected anything less. Even from among their own, the Cryptarchs demand a great deal," it was obvious that Dorian wasn't keen on speaking about his father - or people may have assumed he got his rank based on heritage. Bramen never thought that for a moment but Dorian's passion for history went beyond that of most Guardians. He knew there had to be purpose behind it.

"You do good work, Dorian. I'm glad they recognise that," he added. He did respect the things Dorian did, what the man strived to accomplish. He did do a great deal of good for the Tower in the end. No matter how many engrams he found or items he turned in to Rahool, there was seemingly no end to what Dorian was able to find. Bramen respected him, many of the factions respected him. he'd more than earned his rank.

"You'd do better to stay with Dead Orbit and the other Awoken," he mused as he scanned the colony buildings around them. He saw the markings he was looking for - N7 emblazoned on a building - and headed in that direction.

"Not that the Cryptarchs aren't a good faction to be friends with but Dead Orbit offers more for Guardians in terms of weapons and armor." He pulled his ghost off his belt and set it loose among a bank of servers. The ancient technology made him smile.

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I have defeated 3 bosses in Bloodborne and found a fourth. I need to turn it off.

I've been helping my bro-in-law with his convention.

Nice. I've got a con coming up at the end of May, myself.

This is the end of June.

Sounds like fun!

It is. It's also a lot of work, lol

Definitely sounds like it

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I seem to have caught the plague, I apologise if any of this gets incoherent

And I had Easter stuff. Wheee!

Easter :9 get a chocolate bunny?

My niece did. She was quite pleased.

Excellent. I still am dying of the plague and apologise if anything is incoherent.

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