Ancient Apocalypse Grips

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From 2018.08.28 (Forsaken) to 2018.09.04 (Forsaken)

Name

  • Ancient Apocalypse Grips

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Subtitle

  • "Sometimes the difference between survival and eradication is just pure, simple stubbornness." —The Drifter

Description

  • Emerald Coast. European Deadzone.
  • Drifter waited, covering his eyes from the sun as the Derelict descended on a coastline covered in Cabal wreckage.
  • He keyed a switch on his remote and his ship's Transmat beam dissolved the Bank at the center of the battlefield. He couldn't help but chuckle. His Ghost looked at him quizzically.
  • He keyed a switch on his remote and his ship's Transmat beam dissolved the bank at the center of the battlefield. He couldn't help but chuckle. His Ghost looked at him quizzically.
  • "Sometimes it's just this easy," Drifter said, shrugging. "The Guardians get paid, and we collect our goods. No ambushes, pompous aliens—"
  • "Sometimes it is just this easy," Drifter said, shrugging. "The Guardians get paid and we collect our goods. No ambushes, pompous aliens—"
  • He heard a dull boom behind him over the howl of the Derelict's engines. The sky darkened. He turned to see that Cabal reinforcements had arrived from a massive capital ship above. Armored soldiers landed with heavy thuds in the sand, their weapons a glistening silver.
  • He heard a dull boom behind him over the howl of the Derelict's engines. The sky darkened. He turned to see that Cabal reinforcements had arrived from a massive capital ship above. Armored soldiers landed with heavy thuds in the sand, their weapons a glistening silver.
  • Drifter's Ghost expanded and its eye went wide. It did this instead of laughing. It couldn't laugh.
  • "Shut up. Shut up, you idiot." Drifter waved his friend away.
  • He eyed the approaching squad of soldiers bristling with armor and weapons. The Mote of Dark was cold to the touch in his hand.