Gunsmith

Monologue

Reef work, alright not bad. Too fancy. I can fix that.

Shotty, as if I wouldn't notice. All my wipes, seen all the tricks.

Late shipment again. Strikes, shortages, always some excuse.

What was the name of that officer? Only I remember her, and so little. How her rifle jammed, then gone.

The fires below us as we dropped on the coast.

Are those teeth marks? Nasty.

Wolk Howling, on the field where he fell. Never gets better for some.

Told him it wouldn't stop Cabal. Some men never listen.

What was her name. Fierce eyes, full of light. The hell was it.

Nader aren't what they used to be. I remember the new guy's grandfather.

Exo's don't dream he said. But what's dream, and what's memory? Just fix the gun Banshee.

Very good. Must let Cassoid know this is adequate. But don't let it get to their heads.

Of course I can. Forgotten more about guns than she's ever known.

How many times has my system been wiped. 41, 42, 43?

All these lives on the line, and Daito wants more Glimmer. What goes through their heads down there.

Best Exo I ever served under up and vanished one night. That's war.

First time was incompetence, this time it's sabotage. Get to the bottom of this.

Say what you like about the Cabal. They know guns.