UserWiki:Primus Draug'oth

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"He is of the enemy; I'm not sure if we can trust him. He has a vulgar mouth and an angry disposition that he has a hard time controlling as well. But deep down, I see something even greater. Perhaps he could be of use to us."

- Ikora Rey

Hi, I'm Primus Draug'oth! Now, I know what you're thinking, "OMG IT'S A COLOSSUS! RUN!" Well, no need to worry. I've sided with the Guardians to help them reclaim lost territory. Why? Because one: going to war all the time takes some energy out of my system (although my belligerent instincts will kick in when I get angry), and two: I'm so far the only Cabal to actually have sympathy for humanity. That's right; I've seen what you guys have lost and it truly makes me feel sorry for you. In fact, I'm sorry for all the Guardians I've killed since then: I hope you accept my apology. But let's not get depressing, okay? Because I have an interesting backstory that you might want to hear. So sit tight, it's going to be one hell of a ride. Here we go: this is my story.

Backstory
"This Primus has a long history of fighting. It runs deep in his nature like it does with all Cabal. But this one is foul-mouthed, which doesn't suit my personal taste. Mix that with his particularly violent temperament and he becomes something that I would suggest you avoid entirely. But he appears to show some consideration for humanity, which alone makes me want to listen to his backstory and let him join our ranks."

- Commander Zavala

Chapter 1: Aspirations
"My boy, you must realize that this is no ordinary education system. You are about to learn the art of war at only age five. The standard is that all Cabal soldiers apply for military conditioning at age eight, and with good reason. If this is what you want, then I will sign you up when you have given me your approval."

- Primus Tru'url on young me's decision to enter military conditioning

It all started when I was just 5 years old. My father, Primus Tru'url was strong-willed and strict, yet caring and thoughtful, and he was part of the Cabal High Command. I aspired to become as strong as him one day, and he told me, "Very well, son. I will have to make this very clear, though. You are about to go through intensive training early in your life. Are you sure you would like to participate?" And I said, "Daddy, I insist. I wanna be in the elites, like you!" And my father answered, "Then I will sign you up for military training. Who knows? You might even see your uncle along the way." "Thank you, Daddy!" And so began my first day of school. But I was too young to actually learn to fight, my dad told me. I was a bit disappointed, but whatever. My dad then gave me a pat on the back and said goodbye as he left for work. Now, school for the Cabal was a whole lot different than what you humans do. You see, we only learn about war, because we are, by nature, a warmongering species that will seek to overcome any challenge thrown our way. Also, we never go home until the end of the year. Instead, school offers us our own little rooms where we rest. The only time we leave is when it's time to go to class, which there are four of: equipment (physical education), tactics (study and observation), weapons (target practice), and technology (engineering). I was always in top shape, but I wasn't exactly a genius, as you're about to find out. It's my first day after all. All I got was a curriculum schedule for each class followed by an assembly led by our principal, Primus Ro'alg. He said that this school is what lays the foundation for future soldiers like me to become part of the greatest military force in the universe. After the assembly, we went to our rooms, but I stayed up later than everyone else because I was thinking whether or not I had made the right move. I was sure that I did, but I was beginning to have doubts. Whatever, there's no going back.

Chapter 2: Initiation
"Wait, so you're telling me you failed that project? You are so strong, so determined, yet you can't even hack a poorly defended computer or look in all directions? *laughs* You're joking! You've got to be kidding me! You can't invest all your focus into simply firepower and strength. There's no way you'll get into the army if you don't know how to program or keep track of enemy movement."

- Primus Tru'url poking fun at young me's failure to pass in both tactics and technology courses

Then came the next day, and I was in for a real surprise, let me tell you! We actually start our classes that day! I mean, I was only 5 years old! It's like, "Give me a break!" Well, at least they started out simple. Now, the first class of the day was physical education. We didn't play sports or do exercises. Instead, there was equipment we would use to increase our physical strength. This was so we could wear heavy armor and other related equipment that we had to practice moving around in. I picked up relatively quickly. My father was part of the Cabal High Command, and he gave me some advice before I went off on my own. He told me to allow all of my limbs to "think" independently when I put on that armor or it will weigh me down. I easily moved around in it. I could even run! But then the coach told me that I was all good and got me to stop. I was okay with that. But then another student shoved me to the side and did exactly what I did, but better. The reactions of the other students were mixed. On the one hand, they were impressed by his performance, but they didn't appreciate the fact that he shoved me, and neither did I! The coach saw it, too, and he told the student that he would be assigned solitary confinement during lunch. The next class was a weapons course, or target practice if you will. Because we were only starting out, we had to practice with Slug Rifles, as they form the staple of the Cabal military. Projection Rifles and Heavy Slug Throwers were reserved for the elites. My dad gave me a Slug Rifle for when I go to war, but he never gave me any tips on how to use the damn thing. Ah well, what could I do? Anyway, this target practice didn't only test my aim, but also my reflexes and situational awareness. I found myself shooting dummies down left and right without missing. "How was I doing so good?!", I thought to myself. I've never been taught to use it. I guess I was born with an advantage, I dunno. Now, as good as I was in the armor and weapons department, I had little concern for tactics. I always prefer to charge headlong into battle like a speeding freight train and knock my enemies down. Although I had high situational awareness, fast reflexes, and brute strength, I wasn't really that smart. And let's not forget that I screwed up my first technology project. Everyone made fun of me for that, even my own father.

Chapter 3: Preparation
"That is how it's done, my boy! See how far you get when you listen to everything you're told in class by your instructors? Very far, I know. What matters now is that you keep up the good work in school."

- Primus Tru'url upon noticing that I have been making significant improvements

Years passed, and I slowly but surely improved in tactics and technology. It took me a long time, but when I finally hit 13, I was able to program my first handmade landmine! I then took it out into the cold desert sands of Mars with my tech professor and father watching as it was about to blow up, and you know what? It exploded! They were both very proud of me, with my prof going as far as to say, "Why didn't you show me this hidden intellect of yours?" And I said, "Because I didn't know I had it!" My father laughed and said, "Well, you see, son. You not only need to be able to think on your feet, but also up in your head." "Why didn't you tell me so, dad?" "Because I already knew you were smart, my boy. I just wanted to make sure you agreed." And then I noticed my tactics professor coming towards and asked me to show my father just how much I've improved. A group of well-programmed AI targets advanced on my position with the press of a button, but I was ready. I read their movements and then opened fire. I did it! I wiped them all out without a scratch. They all surrounded me and showed me appreciation. But my first real test was about to arrive soon, for we were ambushed by the Vex. We were all prepared, though. I took out my Slug Rifle and pounded them with suppressive fire. I killed one wave, but then a Minotaur showed and I ran for cover. My father and professors covered me while I found another attack position using jump jets that were built-in with my armor set. We overwhelmed them and they retreated. Well, that was a close one, cuz I could've died! "What the hell was that?!", I shouted. My father then told me that the Cabal were in constant conflict with the Vex, specifically with a programming known as the Virgo Prohibition, which were among the most aggressive and dangerous Vex units known to Cabal-kind. I then learned that we were up against a powerful enemy that I had to face when I go to war. I was not ready yet. I had a few more years before I could join the ranks of the army.

Chapter 4: Desparation
"I haven't seen him since graduation. He's a good friend. Dependable, relatable, and he knows how to hold his own. But when I saw him in the hospital, I wondered what'd happened to him. Draug'oth, he told me, had a run-in with some Minotaurs and Hydras down in Freehold Station. Hydra blasted him in the face real bad. He's gonna remember this for years, despite brain damage."

- Rul'urg on noticing my injuries in the hospital

As I continued to improve in school, I was eventually granted an Elite Honors' Award by my principal during an assembly on the last day of school in my life. My principal went as far to say that I was an exemplary student that represents everything a skilled soldier should be: fierce, unflinching, intelligent, strong. It was from this day forth that I knew that I would be drawn into the ranks of the Cabal military, and eventually, the High Command. But little did I know that as much as war unifies us all under one cause, it can separate and leave cracks in even the strongest social bonds, like that of my father and I. He told me that he was heading off to war with the Vex in the Black Garden. I asked if I will ever see him again, and he replied, "Only fate will tell, son." "But, Dad, fate's a bi--" "Now, my boy. You must promise me you can fend for yourself while I am away." "I...yes, I promise." "Good. Farewell." He hugged me and then left. A few years passed as I frantically sought how to stay alive without my dad around. I didn't know what to do. I had to fend for myself both at home and out in the wild. I always took my Slug Rifle with me in case I was attacked by enemies. It was a rough environment out in the cold desert sands of Mars. Constantly being assaulted by Vex on all sides, all the while having to hunt for fresh meat to sustain myself for as long as possible. I went after big game animals because despite their danger level, they made for a good delicacy for us Cabal, and they kept us full for several months. I fought on, being the man that I am at heart. But at 16, I sustained a scarring injury in an encounter with a group of Vex Minotaurs and Hydras as I ventured deep into the tunnels of Freehold. Actually, now that I think about it, I regret going in there; I guess I was desperate, I dunno. Anyway, upon sight, they blasted me into oblivion. My heavy armor suit was malfunctioning, and before I knew it, I was knocked unconscious in the head by a Hydra's death blast! My skull was fractured and the radiation from the blast entered my brain and poisoned it. I couldn't do jack shit. I almost died! However, I was taken into an emergency room by my friend from school, Rul'urg, where I laid dormant for the next 2 years. When I woke up, I was completely rejuvenated! I felt awesome! I was also unaware that my friend was there, waiting for me. We hadn't seen each other for a long time, and so I was curious about his whereabouts. He told me that he got an invitation to the army, and so did I. But there was one thing that him and I alike knew: if we entered the army, that meant war. Now, there's DEFINITELY no such thing as turning back.

Chapter 5: Reunion
"Man, have I not seen my nephew and his friend in a long time! I was starting to miss him when I moved him to his father's place, realizing that he could actually do something. Tru'url's a strict guy, and it had a bad influence on Draug'oth until he started making improvements. Tru'url told me his son's ready for the art of war, and so I said, "Let 'im at it!" And now, he's a dedicated Siege Dancer."

- Primus Thru'ul on seeing me again

Rul'urg was the only one I could rely on at this time. There was simply none like him. He led me to the nearest military base of the legion we got invited to. Since him and I did so well in school, it made all the more sense that we got invited into the elite forward detachment of the Cabal: the Siege Dancers. As a Siege Dancer, it was my duty to conquer newly found territory and set up fortifications there so that no one can take it. But there's a risk: although I was joining the elites, I was also part of the first soldiers to be deployed on the battlefield. That was a risk I was willing to take. As my friend and I entered the base, we saw a group of other recruits lined up side by side, in front on a member of the Cabal High Command: my uncle, Primus Thru'ul. He greeted my friend and I with a warm welcome to the Siege Dancers, and asked if we would stand in line with the others so he could tell us what we were in for, "What does it mean to be a Siege Dancer? Only being tasked with the most daring prospect any Cabal soldier has attempted the feats of: to push into unclaimed territory and conquering it without mercy, ensuring the opposition has no chance of retaliating against us, and setting up fortifications there, which we guard with prejudice. It means...that we have been privileged with the most important duties of any Cabal soldier. It means...that we form both the hammer and the wall of the army. It means...that amongst the Cabal...we...are the ELITES! The lot of you have been selected for your bravery, your determination, your ferocity, and for that, the Cabal High Command appreciates your service. Now, we must do what a Siege Dancer would do, and take what we see fit to be ours! Do you read?!" "Yes, sir!", we all exclaimed. A Harvester dropped down outside the base waiting to pick us up and deliver us to our first destination: Valley of the Kings. We were tasked with opening the gate to The Black Garden. We were dropped off in front off a huge Vex gate, and we were all awe-struck. "Behold the gate to the Black Garden.", my uncle began. "It is one of the most mysterious encryptions known to Cabal-kind. You think you're up to the task, nephew? Will you be able to get us into the Black Garden?" "I'm up for anything, uncle.", I replied. "That's the Draug'oth I want to hear!" We knew something was coming, so I tightly grabbed my Slug Rifle and attached a bayonet to its muzzle, as well as a miniature revolver attachment to the barrel for increase the fire rate and a 2x magnification scope for extra accuracy. A few seconds later, a cloud of dark purple mist with an electrical orb in the center appeared out of thin air right in front of the gate. That's how I know the Vex would arrive, specifically the Virgo Prohibition. They knew we were going to launch an invasion, so they launched a counterattack. Lucky for us, though, out defense lines had already been set up. Turrets scattered around the field. Phalanx shields forming inpenetrable walls that would refuse to go down. They only started out by deploying Goblins and Hobgoblins, but I knew this wasn't all. I've seen their Minotaurs and Hydras, and I've yet to see their Cyclopses. My first major conflict has started. Here I go...into mastering the art of war...

Chapter 6: The Art of War
"Those scumbags got what they deserved, because think about it. Why are they called the Vex? Because they like angering their foes to death, testing their patience to see how long they can stand their tricks. I heard they even work as one hivemind. Okay, that's creepy. They all have the same thoughts and goals, yet they have different strategies. How does the Vex Collective Mind even work like that? And...why? Just, just...WHAT?!"

- Me on the Vex and my victory over them while thinking about how they work

This battle was a hectic one. I mean, I was still only a Legionary, but I had special privileges. I was able to move towards any line and set up landmines and turrets to further fortify our defenses, although I mainly spent my time on the top floor providing fierce, yet brief periods of overwatch and suppressive fire, because I had to penetrate all the layers of the Vex Gate using the given encryptions. "Well, better get hacking!", I said aloud to myself as I watched the battlefield. I tried to enter special codes, and for a few minutes, it seemed as if it was working, and in fact, I penetrated the cognition mesh, but then my programming was interrupted by Vex interference. They used a special radiation field that shut down the encryption. The mission was an automatic fail; there was no way around the interference, so I had no choice but to reinforce the defensive lines. I grabbed my Slug Rifle and rushed into the fray using my jet packs, and fired as I landed. My uncle asked me what happened, and I told him, "They're using some sort of radiation as an interference to interrupt my hacking! I can't cut through it!" "No matter! What matters now is defending the base!" Just as he finished saying that, a group of Vex Minotaurs entered the field and started to advance. "Ah, come on! Seriously?!", I shouted as I ran for cover. "Well, here goes nothing", I thought to myself, prepping my rifle. I saw that none of the Vex had detonated my landmines, and so I decided to shoot them whenever a group of Goblins stepped too close to them. The massive blast radius took them right out. The others, not so much. I tried shooting a Hobgoblin every once in a while, only to find out that they put up an invincible shield for a few seconds before I could shoot them again. Such pussies, I know. Those shields, I reckoned, could even withstand the landmine detonations, and as it turned out, I was right, so I didn't bother with them. Minotaurs and Hydras are a whole other story. The 'taurs teleported away from the landmines and the Hydras just shot them down before making a move. The Minotaurs were especially dangerous, as they could not only pound me to death with their Torch Hammers as well as teleport like a spastic, but their chassis also comes built-in with an absorption shield for extra defense. Theirs was Void, my weapon dealt Solar damage. I speculated if their shield represented which element they were resistant to, so I fired some shots at one, but it didn't flinch...and it was running straight for me. Great. Now I had a huge problem, because the Vex, being the appropriately-named scumbags that they are, brought in their heavy artillery: the Cyclops. They were these big T-shaped constructs capable of launching devastating mortar fire. Three of them were on the field. If there's one thing that my school never taught me to clean up: it's the big guys. I first wanted to see if I could get close. Using my jump jets, I quickly maneuvered across the landscape and gained access to the enemy position. I planted a landmine onto each of the Cyclopes and when I got back to cover, I detonated them and the Cyclops were punched into a state of confusion, spraying and praying, accidentally killing all the other Vex, even themselves! Then the gate closed. The mission was a fail, but the defense, for the most part, was a success.

Chapter 7: Ascension
"So, you penetrated the cognition mesh?" "Yeah, but I wasn't able to get past the other layers. They had some sort of radiation field as an interference." "You know what this means. The Vex are getting stronger. As they gain control over time, they may choose to wipe us all out of existence." "What the..." "But I think you are in a good enough position to start getting in there yourself.""

- Thru'ul and I on the defense the Vex put up, while also considering me moving up the ranks

My uncle loved me, that's for sure. But because he REALLY loved me and I did so well in battle, I got promoted! I became a Centurion, capable of leading my own squads without direct assistance from my superiors. It felt awesome, but I didn't celebrate, because I had another important mission coming soon. I had been selected to reinforce defenses set up at the Scablands, as they were under attack by the Vex. Rul'urg decided to come with me, because, ya know, we're best buddies. He told me, "Hey, I got promoted too." "Tell me about it." "I'm a Phalanx." "That's not so much of a promotion, man." "Oh, come on. It kind of is!" "Yeah? Well, it's nothing compared to what I am now!" "Heh, that's true." Just as we left the base, I picked a Cabal Shield along with my Slug Rifle, though there was something extra attached to it: an under-slung Projection Rifle! That's awesome! It still feels easy to carry with one hand despite all that was added to it. Rul'urg then said, "You notice what I did to your gun?" "Yep, I appreciate it." "Well, you're gonna need it for extra firepower." "Yeah. What, did you get a bigger gun?" He showed me his Projection Rifle and told me he was all set. I, along with my crew of 16 Legionaries, 12 Phalanxes, 14 Psions, and 2 other Centurions went aboard the Harvester waiting outside, and it flew off. Now me? I was an Imperial Centurion. I had special training for stuff like this, thanks to my dad and uncle being members of the Cabal High Command. I started to give orders, "Okay, as we land, we're going to have to take part in trench warfare because...that's the defenses they have. Set up whatever you have: traps, landmines, turrets, anything. All we need to do is push them back." We landed. We dropped down and scattered for out own little positions in the field.

Stay tuned for more!

Ta-Da! (And Burritos)
And that's how I got here. I've managed to stack up a whole bunch of burritos next to me as I edit these pages, because my metabolism works in weird ways. Anyway, I suggest you get these beef burritos; they're really good. They come in real handy whenever I'm looking through this wiki. Well, now that you where I come from, you might as well get to know me more.