"Uh...ah. yes. Sorry. There's...The Awoken, the offshoot race of humans that I'm genetically part of? They have their own society in The Reef. There's the royal family, Mara Sov and Uldren Sov. Mara...she's a good woman and owes me a favor or two and Uldren..." Declan trailed off, inhaling deeply and puffing a long-suffering sigh.
"...He's the person Mac is so obsessed with." Which made his infatuation all the more complicated. It was a well-known fact that Uldren Sov despised Guardians, in direct opposition of Mara's fascination and respect for them. Couple that with the fact that Mac was precisely the sort of person on the whole that Uldren disliked? It was inevitably never going to happen, and Declan wished his friend - and only technical family - could release himself from being emotionally shackled to that spot, but there was nothing to do about it.
"If the library and Xur don't have anything, Mara knows a lot about the Vex gates. They're time gates. If nothing else, I can get you back to your time. It's the least I can do," the Titan mused, glancing at Aoba's face before looking away, unwilling to follow the lead of his thoughts. He could just...quietly imagine touching cheek to cheek. Nuzzling, it was called? He had an urge to nuzzle against the other man and that was entirely out of line.
"You should pack. I'm going to go to the quartermasters and get weapons and gear. I'll get light weapons for you. You shouldn't have to use them, but if you do, they'll be easy for you. I have...a large collection." That he did. Embarrassingly so. Much like he collected ships, he collected weapons. Unlike Mac who picked things he liked and just doggedly upgraded them, Declan liked a weapon for every eventuality. He had a few with auto-targeting that would be perfect for someone that didn't use guns at all. And...
"Bring your dagger and anything else you want to decorate the ship. We're going to be there for a while. But...I need to know some preferences. Since there's a lot to take gear wise..."
And then he was all professional business, counting off kit details. There were primary, special, and heavy weapon loadouts. Primary could be auto rifles, pulse rifles that fired rapid bursts of a few rounds at a time, scout rifles that could be used for rapid fire or burst fire but were better ranged than either former, and hand cannons. Declan was notably favored towards hand cannons, his tone different when he said it, though he mentioned it probably wasn't best for Aoba with how heavy kick-back could be.
Special weapons were sniper rifles, fusion rifles that fired different types of concentrated energies, shotguns, and side arms. He mentioned he wanted to give a specific sidearm to Aoba, but it was ultimately up to what the man wanted.
Heavy weapons were more complicated in variance. Machine guns with barrel clips for ammunition, unloading hundreds of rounds, rocket launchers with all kinds of specifications, and most interesting of all, swords. He explained that swords were definitely a thing, but best left to Guardians, since they were infused with different energy wielded by guardians. Mac, he remarked, fancied himself a space-age knight, and dressed like a knight templar in the field, carried a sword, and used the equivalent of magic. Scientifically proven magic, but magic nonetheless. Every Guardian was unique, in the end, despite being products made for a specific purpose.
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"...He's the person Mac is so obsessed with." Which made his infatuation all the more complicated. It was a well-known fact that Uldren Sov despised Guardians, in direct opposition of Mara's fascination and respect for them. Couple that with the fact that Mac was precisely the sort of person on the whole that Uldren disliked? It was inevitably never going to happen, and Declan wished his friend - and only technical family - could release himself from being emotionally shackled to that spot, but there was nothing to do about it.
"If the library and Xur don't have anything, Mara knows a lot about the Vex gates. They're time gates. If nothing else, I can get you back to your time. It's the least I can do," the Titan mused, glancing at Aoba's face before looking away, unwilling to follow the lead of his thoughts. He could just...quietly imagine touching cheek to cheek. Nuzzling, it was called? He had an urge to nuzzle against the other man and that was entirely out of line.
"You should pack. I'm going to go to the quartermasters and get weapons and gear. I'll get light weapons for you. You shouldn't have to use them, but if you do, they'll be easy for you. I have...a large collection." That he did. Embarrassingly so. Much like he collected ships, he collected weapons. Unlike Mac who picked things he liked and just doggedly upgraded them, Declan liked a weapon for every eventuality. He had a few with auto-targeting that would be perfect for someone that didn't use guns at all. And...
"Bring your dagger and anything else you want to decorate the ship. We're going to be there for a while. But...I need to know some preferences. Since there's a lot to take gear wise..."
And then he was all professional business, counting off kit details. There were primary, special, and heavy weapon loadouts. Primary could be auto rifles, pulse rifles that fired rapid bursts of a few rounds at a time, scout rifles that could be used for rapid fire or burst fire but were better ranged than either former, and hand cannons. Declan was notably favored towards hand cannons, his tone different when he said it, though he mentioned it probably wasn't best for Aoba with how heavy kick-back could be.
Special weapons were sniper rifles, fusion rifles that fired different types of concentrated energies, shotguns, and side arms. He mentioned he wanted to give a specific sidearm to Aoba, but it was ultimately up to what the man wanted.
Heavy weapons were more complicated in variance. Machine guns with barrel clips for ammunition, unloading hundreds of rounds, rocket launchers with all kinds of specifications, and most interesting of all, swords. He explained that swords were definitely a thing, but best left to Guardians, since they were infused with different energy wielded by guardians. Mac, he remarked, fancied himself a space-age knight, and dressed like a knight templar in the field, carried a sword, and used the equivalent of magic. Scientifically proven magic, but magic nonetheless. Every Guardian was unique, in the end, despite being products made for a specific purpose.