A Seasoned yet old dwarf of the Deep Rock Galactic mining company had a bit too much to drink, and accidentally warped himself into Terra, what adventures will the old dwarf face this time?
Fair Warning:
Common use of Profanity and some Politics
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It was considered late in the space-rig, it was somewhat quiet, the sounds of the whirring of fans and the barrel hoop game filled the area, some Bosco drones flying around maintaining routine checks in the rig itself and M.U.L.E.S walking to their designated locations, most of the dwarves at this time would be asleep or doing missions for the company in order to make a living except for one dwarf and his trusty drone.
Thornurn Fortress
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An old, docile yet persistent dwarf, a veteran miner, one of the old members of the Deep Rock Galactic Mining Company, known and acknowledged by many, even by the management, that in of itself is a feat in the company considering that the dwarves working at DRG considers the management "Leaf Lovers" for the countless times they killed the fun. but for Thornurn, he was mostly called "The Grandpa of DRG", he may not have a high rank, but he was willing to teach the new employee's or the "Greenbeards" of DRG in how to survive in the harsh environments of Hoxxes IV to the point they jokingly call him "Grandpa", though Thornurn (Ill shorten it to Thorn) does not mind and likes being called 'Grandpa'.
Bosco on the other hand was a all-purpose drone, designed to help miners who were alone during missions, equipped with machineguns and rockets, Bosco itself can be modified to fit what the miner needs for the mission beforehand through the use of multiple mods and combinations, it all depends on what the miners preferences are.
Thorn was sitting in the Abyss bar; the bar for the DRG employee's, for dwarves who want to drink and dance their sorrows away, or to have fun.
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Thorn on the other hand was drinking to remember the faces of the students he taught who's lives were lost in Hoxxes due to accidents, unaccounted events, being overwhelmed or worse, usually on the field, he would keep an eye out for dropped helmets that contain the last known whereabouts of the previous owner in order to find and retrieve their gear back to the space-rig, usually storing them in a cabinet or his own room, he would keep it there to remember the fallen.
Slumping on the chair that he dragged earlier towards the table in front of the bartender: Lloyd he sighs in sadness
Thorn: "Lloyd, the usual good old Oily Oaf please"
