[u]New Dredgen’s Eyes[/u] Lying on the ground, wounded he looked upon the image of a man. A man with a good and a cape attached to his figure. A Guardian. A hunter. And even when the planet was plunged into night, his gun still shined like a beacon of hope. The gun’s barrel was now on his forehead, almost gently placed there. The Dredgen closed his eyes behind his helm, awaiting the death that he knew he deserved. There was a 12 second silence. The Dredgen spoke impatient, “Just pull the trigger for the Traveller’s sake.” The man spoke, “I’m not doing a damn thing for the Traveller.” He cocked the gun. “I’m doing this so some innocents can rest.” “My ghost seemed pretty innocent.”, the Dredgen retorted. The man took a moment to look at the ghost’s fragmented shell, smoke arose from it’s lifeless husk. The man looked back down, “He knew his guardian.”, he replied. “I’m not telling you nothin’ about Yor,” the Dredgen said, “You can go to hell if you think you’re gettin’ a word outa me.” “Like I’m gonna ask you for anything,” said the man. “I quite like the thrill of the hunt.” The Dredgen cringed, he chuckled. He mumbled under his breath “Lunatic.”. The man then asked in a curious tone: “Have you ever had amnesia?” The Dredgen tilted his head, confused. “No.” “Alright,” the man replied. “Cause it’s gonna feel like one after you wake up.” The man pulled the trigger, as a gunshot echoed through the night. “Guardian? Eyes up, wake up Guardian!” The man who was Dredgen no longer stood. “What-,” he stuttered “where am I? What the hell are you?” “I’m your ghost. Not your soul, by the way. I would love to explain, but there are Scorn everywhere.” The ghost’s blue eye looked down upon a pulse rifle. “Can you fight?” “I’m not sure.” He replied. “Okay.” the ghost said rolling it’s glowing blue eye, “Your a Hunter, so you can hide.” The man stood up with the weapon. The ghost then asked his name. “I’ve never known a title.”, he replied.