Cruising along the city wall never loses it lure. There is something surreal about whipping past the nearly ancient structures. Every child grew up listening to the stories of the Golden Age, and how mankind rallied together to fight the oncoming assault. Sometimes Ammon could spot scars in the old city wall which was so intricately built by the Iron Lords, the first of the creeds. It was common practice for any titan, regardless of faction, to bring up that historical fact whenever in an argument. Ammon was usually good at shrugging off the comment, except for when it was coming from the mouth of a particularly self-entitled Titan. His personality, relentless over time, still resented the smug manner in which they would parade. Like any other good trainee he would have to work with them as a team, even though he preferred solo trips and scouting missions. Too many things could go wrong when working with other teammates. His father would agree.
A quick Com. ping brought Ammon out of his reflective state.
"Hey Ammon, you zoning out on us again? You blew right through Zone 5 and almost clipped Ixion again. He's gonna be pissed!" Said Jensis, Ammon's fire team member.
"Don't worry about it. That guy needs some close calls once in a while. He might as well be as old as the wall for as much life that we get out of him", Replied Ammon.
"It's because he made fun of your antique again isn't it? You need to let this stuff go." Said Jensis.
Ammon could sense the amusing tone sneaking through Jensis's comment. They always poked fun at Ammon's old Scout Rifle. He will admit that it did show some 'battle scars' as Jensis had put it, but he was more accurate with that rifle than any other Hunter's sniper. After all, he had been modding that rifle ever since his father gave it to him when the factions finally came to peace and created the Consensus. His father said that he had no need for it anymore, and told Ammon to take care of it for an age. Ammon gladly accepted the gift from his father. It was a strange act; he had never received such a gift before from the man. He was usually haggling and trading with the rest of the vendors in the city to try and scrounge up enough respectable supplies to be able to set up his stand in the Tower. Ammon was always helping him with daily tasks such as stocking ammo, cleaning weapons, and sharpening old knives used by Guardians during the Dark Ages.