[DISCLAIMER]
Do not join this RP for romance or immature jokes, this is a serious RP.
PROLOGUE Prowler leans up from his chair, the light from distant stars beaming into his cockpit’s foggy glass. He glances around, the place is a mess. Bullet casings and loot lie scattered across the ship, annoying him. He stands and trudges over to pick up his gun, a gun he deemed the name of ‘Trust’, and loads it. As he cleans, a notification on his comms howls into his ears, it’s Cayde-6, requesting assistance. Static blurred the message but the coordinates transmitted lead Prowler to The Reef, the Prison of Elders specifically.
His ship’s engine roars to life and shoots him forward, his cape and guns tucked safely behind him while décor and miscellaneous items rock around the ship. The stars around him stretch and Prowler exhales as he closes his eyes in preparation.
As the light bends and runs from Prowler’s view, another message on his comms. Prowler gives a miserable glance down, and attempts to ignore the blinking, although chooses to respond.
“This is Vanguard Scout 4167, what is it?” He spoke in a soft tone, trying to hide his disregard for anything that has to do with him.
Prowler pulls from lightspeed and is startled by a ship waiting just outside the jump point which he only just manages to avoid as he frantically yaws starboard. In frustration he slams his fist on his console exclaiming:
“Who the hell do you think you are sitting there like that? My ship oughtta be in pieces! Respond pilot!” @KidoKami)
I heard the commotion and sighed as I landed , grabbing my radioYeah yeah what is it? Over As I waited for a response I drew back my bowstring and killed a few Cabal as I grabbed my RiskRunner and teleported to a pack of nearby Hive grunts , throwing a a seeker grenade and stabbing them with my sword
Angrily, Prowler rushes his ship to the surface, nearby the entrance to the prison and starts yelping at the hunter, with corpses surrounding them.
“Why in the Traveler’s name is your ass sitting in orbit right at the jump point? Coulda gotten me killed!”
Prowler continues to exclaim as he draws his gun, and without looking, shoots a Dreg down as it erupts into solar energy. He holsters it, waving his arms around in exaggeration, expecting an answer.
