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==Lore==

[[The Drifter (character)|The Drifter]] slouches against the bulkhead of the [[The Derelict|Derelict]], a pile of [[Mote of Dark|Dark Motes]] scattered across the table in front of him. He fixes his gaze on the massive [[Titan]], the sharpness in his eyes belying his casual posture.

[[The Drifter (character)|The Drifter]] slouches against the bulkhead of the [[The Derelict|Derelict]], a pile of [[Mote of Dark|Dark Motes]] scattered across the table in front of him. He fixes his gaze on the massive [[Titan (class)|Titan]], the sharpness in his eyes belying his casual posture.

"I'm surprised you got the time to come around here, hassling me about these tiny Motes, [[Joxer]]. Seems like you got the big deal in orbit around [[Io]]. That's where the [[Vanguard]] oughta be." The Drifter's hand rests casually on the handle of a thick, breechloaded [[Grenade Launcher]]. "And ain't you Vanguard through and through these days?"

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 ==Lore==
-[[The Drifter (character)|The Drifter]] slouches against the bulkhead of the [[The Derelict|Derelict]], a pile of [[Mote of Dark|Dark Motes]] scattered across the table in front of him. He fixes his gaze on the massive [[Titan]], the sharpness in his eyes belying his casual posture.
+[[The Drifter (character)|The Drifter]] slouches against the bulkhead of the [[The Derelict|Derelict]], a pile of [[Mote of Dark|Dark Motes]] scattered across the table in front of him. He fixes his gaze on the massive [[Titan (class)|Titan]], the sharpness in his eyes belying his casual posture.
 "I'm surprised you got the time to come around here, hassling me about these tiny Motes, [[Joxer]]. Seems like you got the big deal in orbit around [[Io]]. That's where the [[Vanguard]] oughta be." The Drifter's hand rests casually on the handle of a thick, breechloaded [[Grenade Launcher]]. "And ain't you Vanguard through and through these days?"