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He hadn’t exactly expected this when he was sent down to check out the local colour. Though there was word of the locals being hostile, well a gun pointed at him was the last thing he’d expected, even if he should have seen it coming. Rhys raised his hands in a show that he wasn’t a threat (not like he could be, he didn’t have a weapon on him aside from his stun baton).
“I—well—I was just exploring?” A bad excuse for stumbling into what was likely hostile territory. This reminded him too much of Pandora and it’s bandits. Especially that gun in his face. “Mine pointing that somewhere else? I’ve frankly lost enough body parts.” Though his ECHO eye did attempt to scan the gun for it’s make and model, unsurprisingly not getting much. What there was was mostly foreign to him.
“A likely story,” Domitius grimaced as his gaze slowly lingered towards the strangers visibly out of place attire and what seemed like unusual activity where one eye should be. Fuck, was he Brotherhood? The only ones roaming these parts wouldn't dare think of walking out in the open with such visibly advanced tech. His grip on the gun tightened.
“You picked the wrong day to come poking your nose around here.” He hissed, unable to mask his obvious hostility. “This area is Legion territory now. So unless you feel like chewing on a bullet, I suggest you tell me the real reason why you're here. Are you Brotherhood? Enclave? One of the stray Followers?”
