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Arxus swiveled around in his chair; he wasn't getting out of sitting unless he absolutely needed to. The current moment seemed like some much needed down time, despite the dire straits the Guardians found themselves in. Although Arxus himself was idle, his mind wasn't. Constantly calculations ran through his mind, with computational capacities not unlike an Exo, or the knowledge-hungry Warlocks. Most of it was battle data; constantly sifting through past fights and judging future chances of survival based upon previous wins and near losses. He stared outward towards the other Guardians, including the three Exo who had just arrived.

"You think the City knows we're here?" His Ghost spoke up, breaking the Titan's momentary focus. He sighed and responded. "It isn't like they can come and help us. Sending in a Vanguard was the Speaker's way of saying, 'You're on your own, Guardians. Good luck.' That sounds about right." Arxus laced his digits over his chest, cautiously placed around the grenades that hung from his chestplate. "They know we're here. Out here in the wild, nothing is for certain. All we can do is throw a punch and hope it hits something." Arxus replied to his Ghost this time.

"So, we are on our own then." The Titan's Ghost continued. Meanwhile, Arxus lifted The Comedian from his back. The shotgun had collected some frost due to the bitter temperatures, so Arxus had begun to wipe it away with his digits. "Just us now. Whatever Guardians we have left, and the House of Flames, if the House of Storms hasn't snuffed them out. All I care about now is securing whatever that technology is and getting off this frozen rock." Arxus laid his hand over the pump of his shotgun and aimed down the open cabin door, just past Avgust. "And kill any minions of the Darkness that get in our way."