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Race: Fallen They're not just scumbags with rusty pistols. These Oathbreakers have survived long enough to wield shock rifles without them exploding in their claws, though they still bear the scars from a time when they weren't. Their armor, though scarred by countless lost battles, has enough reinforced metal to stop a couple of bullets before giving way. They're not heroes, nor do they claim to be, but they know the weight of a decent weapon and how to use it so they don't die today. They stand with a certain deteriorating arrogance, like stray dogs who've learned to bite first. When Ayakis gives an order, they don't rush to obey like hungry dregs. They snarl, bare their fangs, sometimes even argue in raspy, static-filled voices. "That's your grand strategy? You're going to kill us all," one spits as he adjusts the magazine of his shock rifle. But in the end, they always follow orders, even if it means muttering curses under their breath. They're not fools. They know that without Ayakis, they'd be just another group of exiles waiting for the Cabal to bomb them or the Hive to drag them into the shadows. So they fight, with the brutal efficiency of those who no longer have anything to lose but still remember how to win. When the battle gets ugly, they don't hesitate to retreat for cover, but not out of cowardice. "If we die here, who's going to protect you afterward, huh?"

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