Weapons

Nature Of The Beast

Don't let them change you.

 "I'm sorry it had to turn out like this, brother."

 Emmett is sitting at his ship in the dock when he is approached. He has 10 minutes until he is to be off city grounds. The Drifter doesn't come too close and Emmett senses that he doesn't want to for his own safety.  

 He holds his hand out though, as if expecting something. Emmett stares at it, then looks back up at him.

 "Your Malfeasance?" The Drifter says, gesturing for it.

 Emmett pulls it closer.

 "I'm not going to keep it. I want to give you something for end times." The Drifter assures him.

 Emmett stares at him. He slowly holds it out though, and Drifter pulls it from the clawed gloves, gently. He brings up the green and gold gun, still smoking with an energy now tainted heavily by darkness.

 In his other hand, he pulls out a braided green and black cord, with a small mote charm hanging off it. He ever so gently ties it next to the red one.

 "Eris will never forgive you for what you've done." He says, pointing at Emmett. "You've indirectly chose that lunatics side. She's got her reasons for not liking him. I can't say I like what you've become but…"

 Drifter looks up, and narrows his eyes. "Look kid, I'm sorry it turned out this way. You weren't meant to be the casualty." He sighs, shaking his head.

 "You knew it would catch someone." Emmett says, reaching out for the handcannon. Drifter handed it back. "You knew I was slipping. You all did. And you let it happen. For what? Some hope you could be a saviour? For some complex that you need to fulfill?"

 Emmett laughs, bitterly. "Tough chance.".

 Drifter didn't say anything back. He sets a hand over his gun, and Emmett understands just well what the gesture meant.

 "Consider yourself unwelcome on the derelict. You've got a target on your head that I can't put on the others." Drifter shakes his head. "He'll be coming for you now. Him or one of his followers.".

 Emmett scoffs, and turns, pulling the last weapon case onto his ship.

 "You gained that weapon as a means of defense from him though. Shrike-" Drifter pauses,"-Emmett, I truly believe that the next time we meet, you'll be without a burning hole through your chest."

 Emmett doesn't turn, ignores the Drifter really. He only spares a glance back after the case is in its proper place. The Hunter reaches over, and places a hand on the button to close the back of the ship.

 "Have a good eternity, Drifter. May the traveller see to it that Shin ends your sorry ways." The name drips with venom when Emmett says it, and the Drifter narrows his eyes in both a type of hurt and anger.

 The door of the ship closes, and the boosters fire up. The weaponized ship pulls out of the docking area, without even a glance behind from its captain.