“You mean to tell me Father is of your kind, now?” They bring us back to life when we die, heal our injuries… And that.That happened to your father.” Our Ghosts pick a dead person and make them a Guardian. So um… You know how you can bring Eliksni and Scorn back from the dead?” Remember how me and my friends killed Uldren Sov?”įikrul tenses immediately. “ You need my help?” Well, at least the disbelief was entirely expected. Fold them behind their back? No, too professional. What do they do with their arms? Cross them? No, that looks too stand-offish. “I know we’ve been enemies for a while now,” they start.
Patch realizes they’ve been staring and shake their head. “Well?” Fikrul asks after a short silence. And now, standing in front of Fikrul with a cautious peace, they wonder if all the Barons are as tall as their leader. Maybe it’s just because the size of the Barons never really got through to Patch in the heat of battle. Somehow he looks bigger than he usually does.
They finally make their way to the back room, where Fikrul is waiting on them. It’s enlightening, really, to hear what people have to say when they’re alone with one person rather than an entire fireteam. Sometimes their fireteam joins them, other times it’s just them and Crow or Elsie. Moving back and forth between Europa and the Reef, sleeping on their ship. Those are, after all, the only two things they have been doing these past two weeks. Everyone thinks they’re either on Europa or hunting with Crow. It was Patch’s idea to go to Fikrul of all people. I told you this was a bad idea,” Ghost shoots back. “Then we probably deserve it for being stupid,” they say lightly. They look at him as they make their way through the now empty halls. Patch didn’t even notice Ghost tuning into their thoughts. “What if that trap kills me?” Ghost asks absently. Still, they can’t look a gift sparrow in the engine. That happening would mean that Fikrul did, in fact, not want to talk to them.Īnd the Scorn really is their final bet. Patch fears the comms may click again, signaling the connection is gone. “What brings you here if not for your useless attempts at killing me?”įikrul is quiet again, static taking over again. “No,” they say, and they can swear they just made eye contact with the Chieftain here. They bite their lip to suppress the grin that’s threatening to appear on their face. He by no means sounds happy to hear Patch’s voice, but that.may change. “Come to kill me again?” Fikrul then asks. He does that sometimes, keeping suspiciously quiet all throughout the Strike as though it makes a difference when Patch and their fireteam kill him in the end. For a moment, they wonder if Fikrul doesn’t want to talk to them this time around. They don’t kill the Scorn, maybe Fikrul will be a little more.amicable. “Fikrul!” Patch calls out right in front of where the first group of Scorn is positioned, specifically staying out of their reach. They come here with their team, Fikrul kills them once or twice, they kill Fikrul, next week they’re at it again. Sure, they killed the Scorned Baron less than a week ago, but how often has Fikrul killed them? It’s a back and forth, really. It’s the same reason for which they are here, on the Tangled Shore, entering Fikrul’s liar once more. Ghost has been strangely quiet since they left Earth. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 76688 Chapters: 103/? Comments: 130 Kudos: 221 Bookmarks: 21 Hits: 5880 Author Just Can't Write Destiny Fics Without O14.O14 & OFC/OFC Is There But Not The Focus.Author Hasn't Had A Clue Where To Go Since The Start.
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