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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
10/12/2015 3:11:56 AM
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A famous Dreg, who goes by the name of Greg, was scrounging for supplies in the Cosmodrome. Weapons... armor... Orange Soda, maybe?
Greg has an alliance with all the Fallen houses. From Devils, to Wolves. He is a proud Dreg. He even is allies with the Vanguard, but why?
Because Greg was taken in by a Guardian when he was young, and learned to speak the languages the Guardians spoke, but he eventually was sent back out.
Greg heard a noise behind him. Footsteps?
English
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He turned around. A dog was there, waiting for him to follow. Greg turned around and followed the dog. A guardian radioed him. "Step away from my dog or I put a 30-06 through your skull." Greg looked up to see the glint of a sniper rifle.
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Greg jumped up, looking at the glint of the sniper. He knew English... maybe he could negotiate? He pulled out Orange Soda, and waved his other arm. What was he supposed to do to get this Guardian to not shoot him? The Carlton Dance? He remembered seeing hundreds of Guardians dancing in the Tower every day...
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The guardian looked up, confused at the dancing dreg. He slowly walked up to Greg, then extended his hand. "Uhhh hi." The conversation was unavoidably awkward. "My name's Ax. That's my dog, Dew. And, may I ask, why were you dancing with a bottle of soda?"
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"Sorry. I had to do something to avoid a bullet in my head. I'm Greg, by the way. I'm an average Dreg, but I was raised in the Tower by a Guardian. I don't shoot em." He said and looked at the dog.
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"Good to know. So what are you doing here?" Ax started to walk towards a camp. "Cmon. Can I offer you anything? Tea? Coffee? Ether?"
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"Sure. Ether sounds good. And I'm just hanging out around here, making sure the Fallen don't do anything stupid or anything."
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"Cool." Ax handed him a cup of ether. Suddenly, a tomb ship appeared over their heads and made its way toward a fallen hideout. "That's no ordinary tomb ship..." A cabal centurion drops out. "Ohhhh crap. Shoulda packed my 'Ugly Burn' scout rifle. You good on ammo?"
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Greg nodded. "All set on ammo. You ready for a fight?" He asked, watching the Hive Tombship fly across the sky. Nothing hurt his ears more than that screeching noise of a Hive Tombship.
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"Let's go! Ooorah!" He and Dew hopped on a sparrow and went in, guns blazing. He took a grenade in his hand and punched a captain, blowing him up and sending Ax soaring. He landed near Greg, who got there just in time to see his epic grenade punch. "Greg! Glad you could make it." He opens fire with his slap rifle. "Boom," he said in his best Elmer Fudd voice. "We're hunting Taken."
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"This reminds me of that story Cayde told me about fighting alongside a Fallen Baroness once." Greg said, throwing a few grenades very accurately.
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Edited by Batman: 10/13/2015 9:21:09 PM"I'd love to hear." He pulled out his Ice Breaker and shot a Legionary, causing a chain reaction of guts.
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"I'll tell you after this fight. Shouldn't be that hard." He said and began to fire his weapon.
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"I might just hold you to that." Ax jumped into the fray and put up a Ward of Dawn. He poured fire onto the enemy ranks, mowing them down seemingly by the hundreds. Suddenly, a Taken Zealot teleported in, crushing multiple hive in the process. "Not good... I got an idea." Ax paused to take out a couple acolytes. "Do you have a sniper rifle handy?"
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No it's Randal the vandal Greg's worst enemy.
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Nah, we're friends.
