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Shadow 55-70 yawned as he leaned back in the pilot's seat of his ship. He didn't need to yawn- he was a robot. He didn't even need to breathe. But, he yawned anyways, maybe to give himself the feeling of contentedness. He was a robot. He shouldn't have had feelings. After a moment, he sat up straight again.

"How much longer, Ghost?"

His voice was deep and somewhat raspy. He spoke slowly, and often times, anything he said sounded like a threat even if it wasn't.

"Not long now," came the reply from behind him. Shadow 55-70's Ghost was scanning something in the back of the ship. Generally, Guardian jumpships had very little room inside of them. Shadow 55-70 had managed to compress some systems, and by removing Sparrow storage, he created a decent amount of area on his ship. Large enough to hold glowing Vex rocks, piles of Vandal heads, and lots of other miscellaneous commodities. Today it was Hive skin flakes, carefully peeled off of every last one from their detour at the Rocketyard.

"Ah, there it is," said the Ghost.

Leaning forwards, Shadow 55-70 squinted to look out of the front window of his ship. What glared back at him was sand, reflecting the sunlight painfully effectively.

"It's a desert," said the Exo after a moment.

"Not just any desert," replied the Ghost, "but the desert that housed one of the largest long-range scanning arrays of the  Golden Age."

Shadow 55-70 thought for a moment. "Bigger than the one in the Cosmodrome?"

"Substantially so. Only problem is, as you can see, it's buried in sand. And also Fallen. I hope we'll be able to reactivate it."

Shadow 55-70 chuckled as the ship began its descent. "Well, if anything, I'll make sure it'll be buried in dead Fallen."