[spoiler]This installment of Exotic History is a fan made exotic by TF9 Fletcher. As per the series he has given me rein to give his exotic a story so here it goes[/spoiler] The scene is quiet in the bar as the Awoken bartender polishes another glass and puts it away. There are a few patrons scattered around the sparse place but only one sits at the counter. He is a sorry mess. He stares at the almost empty glass of his fifth shot as he twirls the melting single ice cube at the bottom around the murky brown liquid. He is clothed in standard Vanguard Hunter gear though the gilly attachments have been either cut or ripped off. His helmet rests beside of him but he wears a wide brimmed black cowboy hat that partially covers his un-sobered eyes. He inhales slightly and sighs in a sort of dying sorrow as three Hunters walk in a rather boisterous fashion. They laugh and slap each others backs and sit down near the lone Hunter at the counter. The bartender sighs and leans against the counter. "What will it be Guardians?..." "Two of the strongest things you got and something smaller for the pipsqueak."Said the one closest to the tender with a snicker. "Don't be that jerk, man!" Said the Hunter, who was slightly short, that sat next to the lone Hunter. "I can hold my drink." "Yea right. Tell that to your ships disposal system." Laughed the Hunter in the middle. The shortest Hunter grumbled a bit and sighed. He looked over at the lone Hunter. "What's good here?" "And you don't ask me?..." Said the bartender with a bit of annoyance. "I doubt you will get much out of him, he's dead drunk." The shortest Hunter ignored the tender and waved his hand infront of the man's face. The man jerked a bit and blinked. He lifted the brim of his hat slightly and stared at the shortest Hunter. "Oh... oh... Sorry.. I ah... fell asleep..." The lone Hunter talked in a drunken slur and stumbled over his words a bit. He looked to be in his thirties except for sudden sprout of silver hair and baggy eyes that aged him 10 years. He wiped his face sloppily and swallowed the rest of the drink in his hand. He set the glass on the counter and placed a small bit of Glimmer beside of it. "I think you should lay off the drink, you aren't thinking straight." Said the short Hunter with a little grin. "Buddy... I've li... lived in a... bottle for... years now... I don't need your... your ah... ah..." A white Ghost with a strange yellow star on its lower right shell popped up beside him. "Help?" It's voice had a young southern draw to it. "That's it... help..." "I was just concerned geez..." "You... got... a name... bucko?..." Said the lone Hunter as he watched his drink being taken up by the tender. "Mickelson. Jeremy. You?" The Hunter thought for a moment. "Nah... i... ain't got one..." Jeremy raised his eyebrow. "So you are Old No Name huh?" The Hunter shook his head. "That's my helmet's name..." He unsteadily tapped it with his hand. "Ookkk?..." Jeremy shook his head and turned back towards the counter as his drink was placed. His friends doused their drinks quickly and slammed their glasses on the counter. Jeremy took his time and sipped slowly as to avoid getting sick again. The lone Hunter mumbled something to himself and rubbed his face. His Ghost looked a bit worried. "Hey Chief I think ya.. need to call it a night... You look like a sickly horse after a rodeo." "I know... Dep... Just... one more..." He held his hand up slightly as the tender handed him the drink. He watched it for a while before bringing it to his lips slowly. Suddenly the Hunter in the middle bumped Jeremy which caused him to knock into the man and spill his drink. The man blinked and looked at his lap. Jeremy straightened himself up. "Crap... hey I'm sorry." The other two Hunters looked at the man and laughed. The man's eyes flared in anger but simmered back down quickly. He set his glass on the counter. "Its... ok.. bucko.. no harm...done..." The middle Hunter slapped Jeremy on the back. "Guess you aren't the only one that can't hold your drink." The man simply ignored them and grabbed a towel and wiped his armor dry. The tender refilled his drink and set it infront of the man. He simply stared at it for a little while before grabbing it again. The middle Hunter grinned and shoved Jeremy once more into the lone Hunter, causing him to spill the drink yet again and collapse onto the floor. The two Hunters howled with laughter as Jeremy glared at them and helped the man up. "You ok?" The man glared at a spot of the floor for several seconds before responding. "Yes... but... rather... tipped off..." "They do that when they get drunk. Sorry man." "Its fine..." The Hunter on the end grinned. "Hey old timer! With that much stumbling, you couldn't even get to the floor correctly." They howled yet again. The man sighed and sat down. "Have you boys ever... heard of... Dredgen Yor." The two stopped laughing and looked at the man. The air grew slightly tense. "Yea." Replied the one in the middle. "You supposed to be him or something?" "Nah... I'm not that good... good but not... that good... good... good good." He pulled the brim of his hat down slightly. "You mean you can take us on?" "Never said that... but... you two... do suck a bit." One Hunter stood up quickly. "Excuse me?" "Hey guys come on be..." "Clam it Jeremy!" The Hunter glared at the man and pointed at him. "You think you are so tough?!" The man simply nodded and held his right hand out in a gun like fashion. "Much... better... than.. you..." The Hunter pulled his hand cannon out of its holster. "Come on then! Show me your piece!" He pointed his gun at the man. The man paused and stared at his hand. A slightly fading gun appeared. It shimmered slightly like a dying flame. "You gonna fight with that s***! That's just a rip off of the Golden Gun." "This... is... no... fake..." The man's eyes flared in rage as another one appeared in his left hand. Everything paused as no one moved. "Hey Chief slow down!" Said Deputy, the man's Ghost. "No fighting!" The man shook his head and the guns flared to nothing. "Oh... right... no... I'm just... gonna... go home..." He slowly raised himself up and set some Glimmer on the counter. "Sorry." He mumbled and walked out. "Hey!" Barked the Hunter with the gun. "I'm not done." "Well... I am... if you.. want a fight... get your crew... of six... and meet me... at... the Tower... 6v1 I'll take you on..." He simply kept on walking and shut the door behind him. The Hunter grunted and sat back down. "We will whoop his sorry a** tomorrow." Jeremy looked between the door and his friends and felt a little discomforted. Thank you all for tuning in! Since I really want this to be a Community thing I would really enjoy getting exotics from you guys and creating back stories for them! In order to do this all you have to do is create an exotic on my friends Exotic page (listed above) and in a spoiler have a hashtag, (#writemyexotichistory), I look their frequently so have a go! Please! And if your creativity is stiffled (or you just don't want to), give me your opinion on what to do for the next installment of Exotic History while I work out my next entry. Post your opinions in the comments below and if these don't suit your fancy there is always an ENTIRE list to browse and choose from so give it a go!! Until then stay within the Light Guardians https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/172972617/0/0 link to part 2 https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/171908957/0/0/1 link to The Mask with No Name