"It's for both," he clarified, pacing around the pilot seat and sliding into it to tap the ship screens, drawing up bounty lists and ranking systems.
"The Crucible and Iron Banner are mock battles and training circuits. There are still real dangers, we use live ammunition, we can die - and do, often. Strike teams are the groups we go out with on bounties. Missions to reclaim territory, covert ops, things like that. You can go solo on any if it, but if you want to ensure success, you tske a team. Three man at the minimum; Hunter, Warlock, Titan. These are my commendation records," Declan flicked a finger across the screen, then up, scrolling through hundreds of accolades and rewards. Bravery in service, valor, sacrifice, all manner of words praising Declan...but repeated ad nauseam. A button-press recognition. Good job, soldier, here's your cereal-box toy medal.
"Mac has gone on more missions than me with a higher success rate, greater accuracy, higher body count - not that it's anything to be proud of, but less Darknesss I suppose...Still, look at this..." He opened another profile, Mac's face featured on the identification. At most the Warlock got a third of the recognition for the same amount of work.
"It's all so meaningless this way," Declan sighed, lesning back in his seat, staring at the side by side comparison.
"They praise me because I'm a shield. Because I'm a Titan. Whether I do better than someone else or not. They don't even know who I am."
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"The Crucible and Iron Banner are mock battles and training circuits. There are still real dangers, we use live ammunition, we can die - and do, often. Strike teams are the groups we go out with on bounties. Missions to reclaim territory, covert ops, things like that. You can go solo on any if it, but if you want to ensure success, you tske a team. Three man at the minimum; Hunter, Warlock, Titan. These are my commendation records," Declan flicked a finger across the screen, then up, scrolling through hundreds of accolades and rewards. Bravery in service, valor, sacrifice, all manner of words praising Declan...but repeated ad nauseam. A button-press recognition. Good job, soldier, here's your cereal-box toy medal.
"Mac has gone on more missions than me with a higher success rate, greater accuracy, higher body count - not that it's anything to be proud of, but less Darknesss I suppose...Still, look at this..." He opened another profile, Mac's face featured on the identification. At most the Warlock got a third of the recognition for the same amount of work.
"It's all so meaningless this way," Declan sighed, lesning back in his seat, staring at the side by side comparison.
"They praise me because I'm a shield. Because I'm a Titan. Whether I do better than someone else or not. They don't even know who I am."