{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
10/7/2015 4:47:16 AM
1
-
"Alright. Well, not much we can do with you besides give you food, shelter and people to hang out with. You're on the team if you want." He offers her the shotgun.
-
"Team? What? Where am I exactly?" [b]She looks around nervously.[/b]
-
"You're on a ship called the Axion. We're a mercenary team."
-
[b]She stares for a few seconds, then grabs the rusty old shotgun.[/b] "I really don't have a choice do I...?"
-
"Well, we could put you in an escape pod and shoot you down to Manalice but, I don't think you'll last a week down there. It's cold, snowy, no hunting, no farming." He nods. "So, yeah you're kinda stuck here."
-
"What exactly does your team do...?"
-
"We take missions and get cash, right now we're kinda on a personal mission. Rescuing a friend and avenging another."
-
[b]The shotgun splits in half.[/b] "I'm not exactly sure if I'm that useful..."
-
He eyes the shotgun as it splits in half. "Trust me, we'll find a used for you. Until then, find an empty room with a bed and and take it."
-
Edited by Sola: 10/7/2015 5:11:58 AM[b]She smiles a bit under her visor.[/b] "Anything in particular I should know about...?"
-
"Uhm....mess hall's that way..." He points to a hallway marked Mess Hall above it. "..barracks are that way. That's probably where youll find a room." He points to a different hallway marked Barracks above it.
-
"Th-Thanks...." [b]She walks off towards the barracks.[/b]
-
He walks towards the Mess Hall. [spoiler]I'm going to bed, school in the morning and it's a quarter after 1[/spoiler]
