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Jackdaw grimaced. He hated being called Jackie, as it reminded him of his mother. He opened the duffel bag, reveiling a bunch of Shock Daggers. Scythe said to give one to every Guardian on the team. Which he did.

After handing out the Fallen weaponry, Scythe told him to pack up and get ready. Jackdaw was excited and anxious at the same time. This was going to be one the most important missions of his life. He felt as if he was going be a hero, a legend in the Tower. After being born the runt of his litter, he finally got a chance to prove himself.

But the anxiety had another story to tell. He had heard tales of Enxor, the Bone Wraith. This was much before his mother's death at the hands of the Bones. He was risking his life to avenge the person who gave birth to him.

"This plan is little better than suicide" he thought

He looked up bleakly at the sky, twilight dappling the hangar with hushed voices and horrible romantic movies (get it?)

He muttered to himself "As they say, give me glory or give me death"

(Also, Zippo, what's "the conn?")