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===Lore=== | ===Lore=== | ||
Emerald Coast. European Deadzone. | [[Emerald Coast]]. [[European Dead Zone|European Deadzone]]. | ||
Guardian jumpships roared away overhead. The Drifter walked along the shoreline, past the wreckage of Cabal shields and armor. The | [[Guardian]] jumpships roared away overhead. The Drifter walked along the shoreline, past the wreckage of [[Cabal]] shields and armor. The [[Light]]s of the Tower had taken very well to his little game. | ||
He gripped a massive hand cannon in his fist, and his Ghost buzzed around his head like a carrion fly. Its Light was as red as a Vex eye. Drifter scanned the battlefield as he walked, making note of the weapons and the scrap he would have the Derelict's AI transmat to the hangar. The beach was littered with burning Cabal tech. Drifter would find a use for all of it. Routine maintenance for the Derelict. Additional banks. | He gripped a massive hand cannon in his fist, and his [[Ghost]] buzzed around his head like a carrion fly. Its Light was as red as a Vex eye. Drifter scanned the battlefield as he walked, making note of the weapons and the scrap he would have [[The Derelict|the Derelict]]'s AI transmat to the hangar. The beach was littered with burning Cabal tech. Drifter would find a use for all of it. Routine maintenance for the Derelict. Additional banks. | ||
Drifter bet if he took two of Cabal shields and put them together, he could build a cute little hut that would keep out the sun so he could take a nap. | Drifter bet if he took two of Cabal shields and put them together, he could build a cute little hut that would keep out the sun so he could take a nap. | ||
He passed idly by a Legionary crawling towards a discarded Slug Rifle and shot it in the head. The bark of his cannon rang out across the shore. | He passed idly by a Legionary crawling towards a discarded [[Slug Rifle]] and shot it in the head. The bark of his cannon rang out across the shore. | ||
This Gambit thing was going so well he might soon have the resources for additional battlefields. | This Gambit thing was going so well he might soon have the resources for additional battlefields. | ||
He passed a crouched Psion fiddling with the radio on a fallen Colossus' armor. | He passed a crouched [[Psion]] fiddling with the radio on a fallen [[Colossus]]' armor. | ||
A burst from Drifter's cannon sent the small Cabal morph flipping backwards, its head evaporating in a violet puff. | A burst from Drifter's cannon sent the small Cabal morph flipping backwards, its head evaporating in a violet puff. | ||
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The Cabal let out a guttural cry. An approximation of fear. | The Cabal let out a guttural cry. An approximation of fear. | ||
Tracers raked the air as they fired everything they had against the suddenly-emerging Taken. Explosions rocked the shoreline as the Cabal ship joined in the assault. Pillars of flame erupted into the sky. The Primevals didn't seem to notice, marching forward through the bullets and the fire towards the enemies of their master, who hadn't moved from where he stood. | Tracers raked the air as they fired everything they had against the suddenly-emerging [[Taken]]. Explosions rocked the shoreline as the Cabal ship joined in the assault. Pillars of flame erupted into the sky. The Primevals didn't seem to notice, marching forward through the bullets and the fire towards the enemies of their master, who hadn't moved from where he stood. | ||
The Drifter's smile was all teeth. | The Drifter's smile was all teeth. | ||
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He knelt down. | He knelt down. | ||
"All the people who matter say we're on the precipice of a new Golden Age. I'm still trying to figure out what that means. But I can tell you this: the last time humanity had a Golden Age, we owned this system. Every inch of it." | "All the people who matter say we're on the precipice of a new [[Golden Age]]. I'm still trying to figure out what that means. But I can tell you this: the last time humanity had a Golden Age, we owned this system. Every inch of it." | ||
He leaned in to whisper into where the Psion's ears would be if it had ears. | He leaned in to whisper into where the Psion's ears would be if it had ears. | ||