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Edited by TheSuMan: 11/1/2017 6:09:26 PM
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Doom of the Dragons, Part Four: Scotch

Greetings, Guardians, here's part four of Doom of the Dragons! Here's[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/236621386?page=0&sort=0&showBanned=0&path=1] part three [/url]if you missed it! As usual, if you liked it, give it a bump, and I'll get more out soon. Stay classy, Guardians! Later that night, the four Guardians entered a bar on one of the Lower levels of the Tower. A bright red neon sign hung over it - it read, “The Resupply Depo.” It was a name that was more of a pun than anything else. The bar itself was poorly lit, with wooden tables and dark paneling on its side. But that was part of its charm. Already, several groups of Guardians were clustered around the tables, drinking and telling war stories. The four Guardians entered. All of them still had their armor on, though they’d left their helmets back in their rooms. Cupun had tan skin, and dark brown eyes. His hair was black and wavy, and reached down to his shoulders. A scar wound its way around the back of his neck, disappearing into his armor. It had been there since the day his ghost had first resurrected him. He had no way of knowing how he’d earned it. Lyra was a blonde woman with sharp, blue eyes. Even without her bulky armor, her height was just shy of two meters. Her hair was tied back into a pony tail, which swished side to side as she walked. Marcella was considerably shorter, clocking in at around 1.8 meters tall. Her wavy auburn hair was cut at shoulder length, and a pronounced nose jutted out from between her hazel eyes. “Dinesh!” Lyra shouted. The dark-skinned man behind the bar looked up, and smiled. “Glad to see you four made it back!” he said. “What can I get you?” “How about the most expensive bottle you’ve got right now?” Marcella said. Dinesh smiled. “I have just the thing.” He walked through a door behind the counter, and reappeared a few moments later, holding an aged bottle. “A Guardian with a truly impressive bar tab gave this to me as payment once,” he said. He walked out from behind the counter. “I’ve been looking for someone willing to pay for it.” He handed the bottle to Marcella. Marcella squinted as she read the aged label. “What is this?” she said. “It says. . . ‘Scotch?’” Dinesh nodded. “It’s an old type of whisky,” he said, “hasn’t been made since the Golden Age.” Cupun winced. That sounded like it was going to be very expensive. “How much?” “Two thousand glimmer.” Cupun nearly fell out of his chair. “Two thousand for whisky?” That was more than he’d made this morning. Dinesh’s grin widened. “For the rarest whisky on the planet!” Cupun shook his head. “We’ll take it!” Kim said. Cupun shot him a dirty look. “Who’s paying?” Dinesh asked. Cupun shook his head and sighed. “Well,” he said. “A deal’s a deal. Ghost? Deposit the glimmer in the back.” Dinesh laughed. “Thanks, Titan!” he shouted. “You’ve practically made me a wealthy man tonight!” 
 “Don’t remind me,” Cupun grumbled. Dinesh produced four shot glasses from his brown apron. He set them down on the table. “Drink up!” Still chuckling, he left the table, and disappeared back behind the counter. The Guardians curiously eyed the bottle. “Scotch, eh?” Marcella asked. “Anything in the database, Ghost?” Marcella’s ghost appeared next to her. “According to my searches, it’s a drink that was exclusively manufactured somewhere in Europe,” she said. “And that according to my analysis of it, if you drink that bottle, I probably won’t be able to repair your liver.” Marcella shrugged. “Well,” she said. “I’ve done worse.” Using her knife, she worked the top of the bottle off. She poured a bit of the orange fluid into her shot glass, and then stared at it. “Whelp. Bottoms up!” She grabbed the glass, and downed it. The Guardians leaned in close to see her reaction. “Well?” Lyra said. “How’s it taste.” Marcella looked down at the table, and grinned. “Like it was worth two thousand glimmer.” Everyone but Cupun laughed. However, after a few drinks, he’d forgotten all about the Glimmer that he’d lost, and was simply laughing along with the others. “This,” Lyra said, grinning, “is the best whisky that I have ever had.” “You can say that twice!” Cupun said. “I think I will!” Lyra said. “This is -“ “This is what, Guardian?” Cupun turned around, and instantly stopped smiling. An exo hunter was standing behind them, two other hunters at his side. His skin was chrome-colored, and his eyes were a dark red. The exo nodded in greeting. “Cupun.” Cupun nodded back. “Spectrum.” Spectrum-8 and Cupun were long-time adversaries. Their mutual hatred had begun a decade ago, when they’d been tasked with infiltrating a Fallen fortress in the European Dead Zone. Cupun had come under heavy fire, and he’d nearly died permanently several times. However, instead of helping him, Spectrum had gone on to kill their target, a high-ranking Devil Baron, and then left Cupun to his own devices. Over the years, their relationship had grown increasingly bitter. “What are you celebrating this time, Cupun?” Spectrum taunted. “Were you finally able to venture beyond the Wall without crying like a baby?” The other two hunters chuckled. Cupun locked gazes with Spectrum. “Actually,” he said. “Today, I’m celebrating the fact that I’ve never once left my friends for dead.” Spectrums’ gaze darkened. “Watch your mouth, Titan,” he said, “before I shut it for you.” Lyra stood up. “Was that a threat, Hunter?” she asked. She walked over to him, glaring down at the shorter man with her piercing blue eyes. “Because if it was, I’d be more than happy to crush that metal skull of yours.” Spectrum glanced up at Lyra. He grimaced, and then looked down at Cupun. “Figures that you’d need someone else to fight your battles for you,” he grumbled. Then, he slinked away, and made his way towards the counter. Kim shook his head, and sighed. “Well,” he said. “That’s one way to kill a mood.” “Yeah.” Cupun looked back at the table. He suddenly didn’t feel like drinking anymore. “I’m calling it a night.” He grabbed the bottle of Scotch. “Hey!” Kim shouted. “What are you doing!” 
 “Grabbing my whisky,” Cupun smiled. “I paid for it; remember?” Kim threw his hands up in the air in defeat. “Hey Lyra said, standing up, “mind if I join you?” Cupun looked at Lyra, and smiled. “Of course not,” he said. With that, the two titans walked out of the bar. [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Post?groupId=1371758&postId=237243814&sort=0&page=0]Part Five: Scars[/url]

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