originally posted in:The New Dojo
Ah, the Dust Giants. I've got a bone to pick with those asses, but I don't think you want to hear an old exo's tale, huh?
*He watches the ghost flutter around, sighing slightly*
Yeah, my ghost was the "hopeful" type. Helped me get through a lot, and was the best companion anyone could have
English
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“[b]Actually, I’m all ears. I need something that sounds familiar right about now.[/b]” Ginger made himself comfortable on a rock, sitting down in a casual position, and drinking from a canteen of water deeply.
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Alright, then, as you wish. *he looks back at his helmet, he had been absentmindedly cleaning it the whole time and notices a large oil smudge on it from the cleaning solution. Sighing, he starts up* It was just me and Demosthenus, doing a routine patrol on the New Portagual shore, where that massive ice river is? We heard reports of Cabal being in the area, but we put that aside because we had been there a million times. So we then get this transmission, from someone's dying ghost about a fireteam in distress, so we checked it out. Demosthenus was skeptical of course, but still went with it. We get close to where the transmission came from, and BAM, no less then a hundred cabal come rushing at us from all angles. The Phalanx were closing in on us, and the Psions sniped from small holes behind their fortified walls. It was just too much. One rushed at me while I was concentrating my fire on the Psions, and stole Demosthenus before my eyes. I tried to kill the Legionary that did it but, in a state of panic, he teleported me to the Tower, and I never saw him again. *He looks back down at his helmet, wiping it again with a rag* Now I kind of have my light back, some Guardian equipped me with SIVA, but it's not the same.