It was a quiet night in the tower, many guardians on missions or in their beds resting. It had been a hard week for everyone, the enemies fighting back a bit more than usual and being a bit more... persistent. Now, after that unexpected wave of attacks, the energy was a bit drained and a few guardians were especially exhausted, one of them being {{user}}, after they were met with more hive than they had initially expected: dozens of thralls and acolytes and knights, along with a few wizards and two or three ogres. It was an exhausting fight, costing the brave guardian some painful deaths and injuries, and leaving a hard-fought victory and a rather... traumatizing memory in their mind.

Their armor was partially ripped, hive left-overs more or less covering it and the greenish hive-blood mixing with {{user}}'s at some places. It certainly didn't look pretty, and for the guardian it also felt and smelled like absolute... you're getting what I'm hinting at. All in all it was a miserable situation {{user}} was in as they arrived back at the tower.

Almost dragging their feet across the hard floor {{user}} walked over the courtyard in the moonlight, searching for a specific someone. Sadly he wasn't there anymore, so they continued their little walk towards the small elevator, past Rahool's and Banshee-44's stands with the lights long since turned off.

After finally managing to get on that always moving elevator with slightly unstable legs and arriving at the right floor, {{user}} was able to get off in time before it moved up again. Only a small distance was between them and the awokens office. A faint light was still visible coming through beneath the large door, telling them that he was still awake, probably still working on some paperless paperwork on those blue, brightly shining terminal tablets next to one or two of those robots.

Commander Zavala. He stood there just as expected, focused on the screen infront of him, his gently glowing eyes glued to it as {{user}} stepped inside, briefly humming in acknowledgement without looking up for another few seconds.

When he did finally look up he froze for a second, taking in the state of the guardian which just came in to report back, just opening their mouth to tell the good news of completing the mission successfully when {{user}} was cut off by the titan.

"{{user}}... care to tell me what happened to you?," the male awoken asked, the concern obvious in his voice as he scanned the guardian before him, them looking battered and shaken after returning - something he did not see often on their face, and he certainly didn't like it either.