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| ==Transcript== | | ==Transcript== |
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| ===Initiating Contact===
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| *'''Zavala''': I've lived long enough to see what happens when good people fail. | | *'''Zavala''': I've lived long enough to see what happens when good people fail. |
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| *'''Drifter''': Is their message a warning? A trick? We can't know until we hear their words for ourselves.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': I cannot shake the troubling notion that we are feeding a ritual. It serves our purpose, yes — but what other schemes advance by our hand? Perhaps if we had listened sooner, on the Moon, we would have been more prepared.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': We never wanted this fight, Guardian. But it is one we cannot run from… no matter what the Drifter says.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Your position will come under fire soon, Guardian. Do your duty.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Our foes are infested with Darkness. Take it from them!
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| *'''Zavala''': Operational overwatch established. Light guide you, Guardian. The Drifter is useful, but the cost of dealing with him does not end with Glimmer. Whatever scam he's running… be wary.
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| *'''Zavala''': Energy output has increased from the Pyramids, Guardian. Time is not on our side.
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| *'''Drifter''': Darkness building up right on your head. Bank down. Expect friends real soon.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Harvest their Dark remnants for the Seed. Bring clarity to our cause.
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| *'''Drifter''': Bank firing in. Signal tracking. Kid, you're on deck.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Harvest all the Darkness you can muster. Now is not the time for mercy.
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| *'''Drifter''': Ooh, Moondust, you've got a mean streak.
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| *'''Drifter''': Mini-bank en route. Put you mean faces on.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': The Darkness presents us an opportunity to further understand its intentions. Seize it.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': I have heard Titan used to be the jewel of Saturn. People would stare at the planet's rings all night and be filled with awe.
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| *'''Drifter''': Eh, until they got bored. Then they'd move on to the next jewel.
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| *'''Drifter''': People used to tell stories about this place during the Dark Age. Treasures buried in the methane. Stuff like that.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Did the Drifter ever chase any of these stories?
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| *'''Drifter''': No. Heard a big crew lost twenty wave crawlers out there… and it wasn't from no storm.
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| *'''Drifter''': This place is a dump.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': It’s an important strategic position in the system.
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| *'''Drifter''': It smells, too.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': You're not even there.
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| *'''Drifter''': I can still smell it.
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| *'''Drifter''': Eh, how do they know every damn time? You got incoming left, right, and center.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Like Prometheus offering the flame. They cannot turn it away.
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| *'''Drifter''': Guardians come up with the craziest names.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': How many Pyramids drift out beyond our sight?
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| *'''Drifter''': What's here is enough to make a statement… there have to be more.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Rasputin would agree, so I've heard.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': The Darkness would not speak without a reason. We must listen.
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| *'''Ghost''': It lies. That's what it does.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': I share your apprehension, Little Light. We will proceed with caution.
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| *'''Drifter''': Bank down. So. Wild card has a chip on her shoulder… can be tough to manage.
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| *'''Ghost''': Eris survived the Hellmouth. Lightless. She doesn't need management.
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| *'''Drifter''': Yeah. And who got her there?
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| *'''Ghost''': I know we need his tech, but please tell me you don't trust the Drifter.
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| *'''Drifter''': Talking behind my back? Here, I thought Ghosts were honest and noble.
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| *'''Ghost''': Ghosts talk. We know who you are.
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| *'''Drifter''': Rumours. Like an ace up their sleeve. Trust, right, Hero?
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| *'''Ghost''': This isn't my favorite idea.
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| *'''Drifter''': You don't get a vote, partner.
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| *'''Ghost''': I know what you do to your partners.
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| *'''Ghost''': This isn't my favorite idea.
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| *'''Drifter''': You don't get a vote, partner.
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| *'''Ghost''': I already have a partner.
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| *'''Drifter''': Watch your back, Hero. Ain't nobody else doing it for you.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': I will.
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| *'''Ghost''': Me too.
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| *'''Drifter''': Words, words, words. Let's see who's there when things get really bad.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Command weighs heavy on Zavala. He presents a stoic image, but his mind…
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| *'''Ghost''': No one ever stood against the Darkness and won, Eris.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Yes. The city requires his attention. We must be his strength in the field.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': The Golden Age harbored powers beyond imagination, and yet they fell to the Collapse.
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| *'''Zavala''': When the Collapse struck, they didn't have Guardians.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': I agree. Though I fear it is not our might that will avert this crisis, Commander.
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| ===Taken Blockers===
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| ::Taken Blockers arrive.
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| *'''Drifter''': Hey, those aren't my Taken. Get them off my gear!
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| *'''Drifter''': Bank offline! Taken signatures all over it.
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| *'''Drifter''': Bank's cut off, partner. Sweep it clean!
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| *'''Drifter''': Hey… HEY! Taken stooges are messing up my bank!
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| *'''Drifter''': Taken blocking my gear! Clear 'em out!
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Pawns of the Witch Queen! Protect the contraption!
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Taken scouts. Wipe them away before Savathûn takes notice!
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Savathûn's pets swarm our containment unit!
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Taken! Destroy them, Guardian.
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| *'''Ghost''': Sterile neutrinos? Taken! On the bank!
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| *'''Ghost''': Picking up Taken signals. They're on the bank!
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| ===Heroic Event Activated===
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| *'''Drifter''': Hey, hotshot. Big nasty Taken headed your way. Keep that bank in one piece.
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| *'''Drifter''': Eh, something's jamming the signal. Ooh, you've got company. Slug it out a bit. Gonna get a frickin' wrench.
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| *'''Drifter''': Picking something up… Those are Taken signatures. You've got incoming.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': They come for the Seed. Savathûn commands great strength to wield Quria so. The Seed must survive. Fight well.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': She has found us! Drawn to the coalescing Dark. Stand fast!
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Guardian, the Taken draw power from nearby infestations of Darkness. They must not stop us now.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': The witch sends a sword. Brash. Is this desperation or a show of strength?
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Savathûn… our actions have sent reverberations through her web. Prepare yourself, Guardian. This battle is not over.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Pull back your contraption. The Taken have found us!
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| *'''Drifter''': You can either start chanting or buy me a few minutes. Let Drifter work!
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| *'''Drifter''': Something big's moving in.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': The Witch Queen's wretched marionette, and upon its tongue, her violent regards.
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| *'''Drifter''': Taken energy spiking.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': New growths, Guardian. They sustain this Taken monstrosity. Break them.
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| *'''Drifter''': Free and clear. Nice.
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| *'''Drifter''': Sure is a lot of bluster just to show up and want to chat. Take a tip from your ol' pal, Drifter. When someone's talking, don't watch the mouth. Ya dig?
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| *'''Drifter''': It’s no wonder those City chumps talk you up all the time. But we go way back. Might even rattle off a few boasts myself. "Yeah, I know the hero. Came up under ol' Drifter's wing running Gambit!" Ah! Roll's right off the tongue. Probably plays great with a tune.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': The Pyramid on the Moon was a herald, of that I am sure. Thanks to their efforts, we will soon know more of their message.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Why have they not simply ended it? Do they fear us so little? Or, like the Seed, is our cultivation not yet complete?
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| *'''Eris Morn''': You have moved us forward. And yet, my mind rests on one thought. Why not simply press us at the City? Do they suspect such an act would awaken the Traveler? We must find answers.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': The Pyramids cast wide shadows. I sometimes find myself adrift in them. Eriana would tell me: A Light can never be lost, for they are the beacons by which others find their way.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': It did not take then long to arrive once the Undying Mind was slain. They were close. Bearing witness. Perched along our borders with patient determination… and we did nothing.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Well done. Our answer draws ever nearer.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': The Jovian monarch… its steady presence falters against the Pyramid; pushed away on gentle ripples. Darkness burrows into the cosmic fabric here, emanating distance and entropy. This is not a product of design. It is their nature to divide.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': The Seed wilts. Do you feel it? See it blench against grander purpose? A cost to all things, Guardian. Debts paid.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': We find ourselves one turn closer to an unveiling. The message clarifies, but one page is not enough. We will need volumes.
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| *'''Drifter''': Sharpshooting. You’re topped off. Time to scoot.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Return to us when you have intercepted another message. Savathûn cannot deny us forever.
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| *'''Drifter''': Clean up and move out.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Well done. Savathûn's hold loosens ever so slightly.
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