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On the ninth day of Rise of Iron, my true love gave to me:
Nine Iron Wolves!
"Finnala, they're coming your way." Ashraven reported, eyes tracking the Pikes as their drivers led them through the snow-covered Cosmodrome. She, Haakon, and Nirwen were perched on the cliffs overlooking the pass to the Forgotten Shore.
"Splicers." Nirwen sneered with distaste, nose wrinkling. "Is it just me, or do they smell worse then regular Fallen?"
"Uh, no." Haakon admitted sheepishly, shuffling his feet. "I, uh, I had meatloaf for lunch earlier."
"Ugh." Ashraven wrinkled her nose, while Nirwen waved one hand under her nose, pinching it shut with her free hand.
"Well, that explains why we thought we smelled the Fallen early." Deidris's voice quipped from over the comms.
"You know, it really is a wonder that they haven't found you three yet, with Haakon's gas stinking up the place, then." Wayloran joked.
"Very mature, guys. Very mature." Haakon rolled his eyes, hefting his gun.
Meanwhile, Finnala shifted her weight a little as she stared down the sights of her sniper rifle, with Colovance as her spotter. Her barrel was focused on the exit of the passage.
"Hey, uh, Finnala?" he started. She flicked her shoulder to show she was listening. The Warlock took a deep breath.
"Wh-when we're done here, do you think... you know... maybe we could, uh... maybe go get a drink together? Perhaps dinner?" he stuttered nervously.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, four shots total, in quick succession. At the exit for the passage, four Pikes spun out, crashing into each other, the fourth one impacting the pile-up in such a way that the whole of them went up in a magnificent explosion. Colovance gulped, staring at the scene.
Finnala got up, stretching her legs, cloak brushing the snow softly. She stretched her armed high up, yawning, before bending down to pick up her rifle.
"Sure." she told him with a shrug and a playful smirk as she walked past him. He did a sort of mental double-take.
"R-really?" he turned to go after her.
Bretomart and Tormond, waiting on the cliffs above, looked at each other. Tormond lowered his binoculars.
"Damn. He actually did it!" Bretomart snatched the binoculars away.
"Really!? Dammit!" he exclaimed. Tormond smirked at him slyly.
"Cough up." he said, holding out one hand. Bretomart groaned, digging into one of the pouches on his belt. he took out twenty glimmer, and pushed it into Tormond's hand. The other Titan smiled, nodding approvingly. He got on the comms.
"Haaakon, Nirwen, prepare to hand over the cash; Col just asked Finna out." a collective groan sounded over the comms, causing his smile to broaden.
"Ha!" Diedris's voice barked. "You own me fifty glimmer, suckers!"
"Wait, who owes De fifty glimmer?" Colovance's voice came from over the comms. (que everyone making a Ditto face)
"Uhhhhhhh..." Tormond began. he looked to Bretomart sheepishly. "What were we talking about?"
Okay, if you noticed the Chicken Little reference... may the force be with you.
I totally meant to update over the weekend... but I ended up laying a heroic strike binge for 36 hours straight*dies*. I got up to 330 light, finally. I tried writing before actually sleeping, but my brain was fried, so here we are. I'll be updating again later today, so review while you can!
We're going to have some more Tevis and Cayde stuff next chapter! Enjoy.
Also, thank you to sovietshadow for reading and reviewing my pottertrek crossover!
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