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As the Outrageous Fortune approached the hangar for the Tower, Avgust opened up the transmat to warp both he and Scythe into the Tower Plaza. The Vanguard drew in a deep breath, looking around the Tower as a sense of relief washed over him with the coming gentle breeze. This was home for him, it was where he stood with people who were more than just friends for Avgust: they were family.

Avgust fought on account not for the glory of it all, he didn't fight for the promise of reward. He fought to protect his family, to protect all he had left. These were relations for him, the City was his culture and everything that remained of a society once greater. He trained Guardians, to give them hope and a chance to survive. He protected the City, because it was all that remained of the Light. But he led, because it was his family. Argus has become a family for him, brothers and sister who fought for the safety of their society.

The Vanguard slowly stepped forward, leading up the small steps and through the centre of the plaza as he moved past Guardians who turned towards him: analysing his armour as a few whispered about him. But he didn't mind this, he allowed them to speak. Slowly, he headed down the stairs—shifting around in his damaged armour as he brushed off some sediment that was trapped in the details of his armour.

He pushed through slowly the Hall of Champions, moving past Shaxx as he entered the Vanguard's chambers. Slowly, he spoke as he announced his presence to Zavala with a saulte: "Lieutenant Avgust Boris reporting, sir."