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Hareveth: A Forsaken Tale


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((Mainly took a turian for the lulz, to enjoy O'Connor's xenophobic episodes))


Tyreen walked ahead with no resistance, only gave a loud sigh before saying, "Do I look like a damn local, human? Look at this planet! I literally can't eat any of this shit." She turned her head to study her captor, noticing the shutgun. "What kind of a piece of crap weapon is that? Did you make it yourself?"

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(( I've been really busy these last few weeks.))


The sun slowly set, casting long shadows around the town. The sound of shrieks and screams filled the air around the town. The night seemed to be wholly unnatural, as if the very moon had been blown out of the sky, and only the tendrils of darkness left.

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Malcolm glares coldly into the sky as as the screaming envelops him and the Turian, groaning.

"...Inis."


He quickly grips the Turian by her upper arm, yanking her along as he takes off in Cain's old footsteps towards where Inis should be, gripping his shotgun by the barrel in his other hand as he jogs down the path, squinting and cursing under his breath at every wrong turn.

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Malcolm watches in confusion as Cain tumbles onto the ground in front of him, before gripping him by the wrist and yanking him back to his feet, nodding in return to Cain's question.

"I'd say they're behind a hefty lot of this shit."


Snarling, O'Connor then looks around through the darkness, squeezing his gun tighter.

"...I'd bet you him and Inis are th'ones who caused this."

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O'Connor shook his head, shoving his arm out in between the two to grab their attention.

"It doesn't need a damn weapon. Not now," he growled, before leaning down and grabbing a small, sharp rock from the ground, and shoving it into the Turian's hand.

"You want a shitty weapon? Use that, thanks." Shifting his gaze to Cain and quirking his eyebrow, O'Connor tossed his shotgun back over his shoulder, and quickly took off in the direction that Cain had ran into them from.

"Come on! Let's get the others and find out what the fuck is happening!" He shouted, before quickly disappearing into the darkness.

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((As a note, people wouldn't be able to tell a female from male Turian, except maybe by voice, which goes for O'Connor. Kind of disappointed he wasn't defensive of his shitty lasgun, though.))


Tyreen remained speachless through the whole ordeal. Seeing that she wasn't dead yet, so could maybe trust them, she ran after Malcolm and Cain who follow him. She met up with the group who were now standing next to building.


She looks ever the strange group and yells, "What in Vorcha's ass is going on around here?".

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Around this time, is when the screaming would begin.



It would be quiet at first, almost unnoticeable to anyone without amazing hearing. But it would continue to increase in volume, and eventually be as loud as if the screaming was right next to you. If one looked outside the village, they would notice a large amount of shambling figures making their way towards the village.

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The soldier would say nothing, squinting with clenched teeth as he stared past the buildings to the outside of the village.

"Cain," he said with a low gulp, before continuing, "...You got your gun?"


Without letting Cain answer the question, the Catachan quickly glanced behind his shoulder to stare at the Turian silently, more making sure she was alright than to keep track of her by now.

"...You still got that rock, too?" He finally remarked with hearty chuckle, before staring outside the village again as his grin deflated.


As his eyes focused on the figures forming from the end of his short field of view in the darkness, O'Connor let out a short breath from his nostrils, slowly unslinging his shotgun and cocking it with a satisfying ch-thunk as he braced the weapon in a tight grip at his hip.


O'Connor's lips silently parted and closed as he wrestled out a silent prayer to an unknown deity through clenched teeth, cocking his head one last time to Cain.

"We fighting, or what?"

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