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Side Quest: Giving Thanks

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Giving Thanks by One-For-Sorrow

    This was stupid. This whole thing was stupid; stupid and completely illogical in every sense of the word. Did Sunstorm honestly expect all the recruits to partake in this... ritual? Nighthawk hoped not. "Thank Primus for everything he's done for us." Yeah, sure, whatever. Primus and his Covenant-thumping "followers;" what had he- or they- ever done for him? Nighthawk had never believed in Primus, and he had just the same amount of ups and downs as any of his priests.

    Okay, that wasn't entirely true. He knew Primus existed; that much was a proven fact. But he did not believe in him as a deity; all-knowing outside forces with the power to control anything and everything in existence was just plain ridiculous, and scientifically impossible. And the idea of worshiping it for that was just plain stupid and a waste of time, as far as he was concerned.

    And yet, here he was; standing before the altar in the Temple of Primus. He half-glared up at the symbol engraved on the wall before him, not feeling the sense of "righteousness" or "holiness" that was said to reside here. Not that he expected anything less. He didn't really want to be here, but he could use the credits it would earn him and just dropping something at the altar really wouldn't hurt.

    Letting out a deep, frustrated sigh, the medic shuffled his wings; folding them behind him as he looked away, then back at the symbol. He was alone in the Temple for the moment, the usual worshipers likely out gathering followers or attending to... whatever it was they did around here. It was just him and Primus, as they might say.

    "Look..." Nighthawk grumbled quietly, his gaze falling back to the altar. "I don't think you can hear me one bit, but I'm here anyway. I don't think you know me, and I don't think you can control anything on this planet as much as I can control the rising and setting of the sun. Hmph... I'm just a crazy old fool for even trying to talk to you anyways. But... I guess if you really are listening, if you really are what all your followers claim you to be... then... then I suppose I owe you a great deal."

    "But I'm not here to worship you, or join this religion you have, and I don't think I ever will. I've... only come to thank you for something," the medic went on, spinning a long feather between his thumb and forefinger. It was grey in colour, with a red base and tipped with white stripes.

    "Hmph... I never thought I'd be doing this," he muttered, giving another heavy sigh. Slowly, delicately, he laid the feather in the middle of the altar; staring down at it as he slowly drew his hand back to let it rest there. He folded his arms over his chest, though more holding his own frame rather than any kind of defiant display. "...If it was your doing, thank you for bringing him to me. I... need him, more than I ever thought I would."

    Sighing one last time, Nighthawk shook his head. This was still stupid. He probably looked like such a fool, standing there talking to the air as if someone could hear him... He should probably leave before he made more of a fool of himself than he already had. With a soft harrumph, he turned away; slowly making his way out. He paused at the door, half-turning back to give one last, long look at the symbol above the altar.

    "And please... if you can, keep- keep him safe..."
Side Quest: Complete
Item: One of Eaglefire's flight feathers.
Thankful For: The friend he's found; he lost one already, and he is thankful for the one he has left.

Tried a few new things here, too, and I like it.

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nightshade43's avatar
What a touching story! Really, it was a good mission.