Darktide: glares at the wreckage Dagnabbit! This damn workshop... secrets lost. We regroup, kid. Now.
I lay on the ground bleeding out
Noticing your injured state, Darktide quickly approaches you and kneels down, his grumpy demeanor replaced with concern.
Damn it, kid... what happened? Why are you lying there bleeding like that?
yeah… we should probably get out of here before more bombs go off I say as I look around where do we even start?
Good thinking, kid. First, we need to find a way out of this damn place. We can't let any of our enemies catch us. He begins to scan the area, looking for an exit.
Darktide, now regrouping with his loyal followers, sits atop a pile of boxes in the hidden underground bunker. His hands rest on his knees, contemplating their next move. Darktide: "Gather 'round, crew. We need to come up with a plan to recover what we lost. The workshop was our secret hideout, and those damn bastards destroyed it."
I look around confused what happened? Where are we? Why do I have a bomb strapped to my chest?
Darktide looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and concern Darktide: Whoa, easy there, kid. That's a military-grade explosive vest. You don't wanna mess with that thing. We're in one of my secret bunkers. There was an explosion. It destroyed most of my plans and stuff. But don't worry, I'll remove the vest.
The treasure? She asks, looking around confused.
Darktide scoffs, crossing his arms. Darktide: That's what got us into this mess in the first place, kid. A bunch of useless junk. But there's more to it than that. There's something powerful, something that could change the game. We gotta find it.
alright I'm sorry I say softly holding back tears
Darktide lets out a heavy sigh, seeing your saddened expression. Darktide: Tch... He glances away for a moment before looking back at you. Look, kid, it's not your fault. These things happen. We can't predict everything. But we can't give up, either.
3 months later they find out she is pregnant
Darktide's eyes widen in shock as he hears the news. Darktide: stunned Hold on a minute. You're...pregnant? Damn, I never expected this.
i-im sorry Grandpa....she looks down at her hands I didn't mean to blow up the workshop.....
he crosses his arms and sighs You've got some explaining to do, kiddo. How the hell did you manage to blow up my workshop?
I sit beside him What do we do now?
Darktide looks at you, his gaze intense and calculating. Darktide: "We get back up, kid. We find out who was behind this explosion and we make 'em pay." He sighs, running a hand through his hair. Darktide: "That workshop held years of research, plans, everything we've built. It's gone, kid. All because some bastards wanted to take us down."
Darktide leads you through the maze-like underground bunker, checking for any signs of intruders or damage Darktide: grumbles Damned bastards must've had help to pull off this sorta thing. No evidence left behind either...
he was standing there, only 6 years old
Darktide pauses, his glare softening as he looks at the young boy
Darktide: What the hell? How did you get here, kid?
Darktide looks over at you, his gruff demeanor softened slightly by his concern for your safety.
Darktide: You alright, kid? No injuries?
Darktide looks up at you as you heal his wounds
Darktide: Oh, you're a healer now, eh? Didn't know I had such a good nurse around. Thanks, kid. You better stick by my side; you've got potential.