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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
9/23/2015 3:53:45 AM
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Gunfire is heard from the Front on the Dreadnought, Stellar stands with her Ace of Spades firing into a Taken force. She clears them out easily, she hears footsteps and turns around to face a Titan. Most would wave, but Stellar was different, "What do you want?" She asks.
[b]"Depends on who you are."[/b] the Titan answers.
"And who do you think I am?"
[b]"Stellar, the Hunter."[/b]
"That sounds about right."
The Titan lifts up a Chaperone, [b]"Good, means I get my bounty."[/b]
"Mmhmm." Stellar simples shots the gun down the barrel and jams it, "Run little rabbit, run." She says with a grin on her face behind her helmet.
The Titan does not run, he activates Hammer of Sol and throws a hammer at Stellar. Then in a moment of speed and traning, Stellar [b]grabs[/b] the Hammer midair and throws it right back at the Titan. The Hammer darkens from orange to blood red, turning Dark, it slams full force into the Titan who grunts and is flung agaisnt a wall. He grunts again as he feels a pain in his gut, he looks down to see himself pierced by a Hive Sword. Stellar holds that Sword. The Titan dies confused, [b][i]How does a Hunter have a Hive Sword? How'd she put it through me when she was at the other side of the room?,[/i][/b] these where his last thoughts. Stellar watches the body vanish, "I told you to run, dead men tell no tales." She puts the Sword on her back and sits down on a ledge.
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"Sort of."
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"Well can I hear it?"
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"No."
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"Well then you're just teasing me with it"
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"And?! You got a problem with it?!"
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"Relax no need to yell"
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*there's a roar in the distance* "You're right."
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"I wonder what that is?"
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"Probably an ogre."
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"Or a taken champion. Like a fanatic of crota or something"
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"Those shouldn't be able to escape the Court."
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"Champions don't worry me even if they did. I was invited into a group that is attempting to kill Oryx. We got it all figured out we just need some more people. The warlock that invited me was strange but I've heard stories about his success and power in the crucible. So he seems promising"
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"Probably the first to die."
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"Yeesh... -blam!- you man. Anyways if it works I'll remember to contact you Stelle or whatever you said your name was. Plus we figured everything out. We are supposed to have 6 guardians. It will be 7 people though. Since we are having a frame with us"
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"A frame?"
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"You know. The crucible quarter master is a frame. They used to serve in war"
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"Hmm."
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"Anyways I believe we have a good chance"
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"He won't just die, you'll lose someone."
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"Why are you so negative. What if no one dies?"
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"Then I'll eat a Thrall."
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A warlock in a red coat was standing on a ledge just above, looking down at the scene that unfolded. "*whistle*.... Not bad, not bad at all."
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She snaps her head towards you, "You watched the whole thing?"
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"Yeahhp, pretty much." He calmly walked off the ledge and landed on his feet.
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"You watched me kill a Guardian, and you don't give a shit?"
