Hawk Branwen has left his mark on countless worlds. Each one showing him that after everything he had done that there was still humanity within himself. But what of the world he left behind? What of the world he was born and raised on? What of the R...
Ace: "So you're the real Silverhand? Huh. I was expecting a metal arm, not a Hawk Branwen knockoff."
Silverhand then proceeds to reach up to his elbow. He presses a button on a small collar at his elbow, which releases small machines which begin to form around the demonic appendage creating a metal glove of sorts.
Ace: "Well, shit. Color me impressed."
Silverhand: "Pretty hard to get hired when you have a "Hawk Branwen Knockoff" for an arm. Now enough with the bullshit. What do you want?"
Ace: "Came here to hire you. Need your help dealing with some rogue SMC special operatives."
Silverhand: "Blades of Destruction? Yeah, I know em'. They left the core and joined up with some stupid ass cult called The Cult of the Tyrant."
Ace: "Someone's done their homework. You going to help?"
Silverhand: "First off, I didn't agree to shit yet. Second, how the hell did you find me? Not a lot of people know I even exist. Malachite likes to keep her good people out of the spotlight."
Ace: "I got a list of people to search for. Your name was on it. If you wanna go talk to the person who made the list, be my guest." There was not of silence from Silverhand.
Silverhand: "Alright then, Ace, you got my attention. You'll take me to the person, and then I'll decide if I help or not." He was bolstering his revolver and picking up the massive blade.
Ace: "Wait, how'd you know my name?"
Silverhand: "Please, you think Nik wouldn't have called and let me know you and your girlfriend were coming."
Ace: "She's not my girlfriend."
Silverhand: "Yeah, and I'm the Crimson Tyrant. Let's go."
After they left the room, they retrieved Summer, who Malachite had slipped her a small roofey to help her out with the drug's effects. Once they get back outside, the three are stopped as they are surrounded by a group of people who have their hair dyed white and have their right arms cybernetically enhanced to a severe degree.
Cult Member: "Deceiver! The speaker spoke of you! You, who possess the same power as our Savior! We've been directed here to destroy you and your allies."
Silverhand: "Who the hell did you tell?" Ace shakes his head as he never told anyone of Silverhand.
Malachite: "Sorry, sweetheart. But they're paying a high price for your head, and I couldn't resist." The three hear as Malachite, and a couple of her gang members stand behind them.
Ace: "So much for keeping her good people out of the spotlight."
Silverhand: "*whispering* On my signal book it, okay?" Ace, a bit confused, nods.
Silverhand surrounds himself in blue electricity and a purple flame. From the pillar of flame steps out a demonic figure. It has the same metallic arm as Silverhand and the sword he had with him. On its back are two spectral arms with feathers that portray it as wings.
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