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Palms firmly placed on either side of his helmet, Arxus quickly yanked it off with a gasp escaping his lips. There was dried blood across the left side of his face, where his scar was. The Titan sighed and clutched his face, rubbing across his bad eye and the scar that ran from brow to cheek. It still hurt sometimes. He remembered freshly the day it was inflicted.

Grim popped in from transmat, floating aside of his master. "So, that's it? We just did the unthinkable."

"That seems to be pretty common for us." Arxus retorted. He stared off towards the bridge, not even 30 feet away from where he was sitting. Fallen Blades worked the controls, knowing a Ketch better than any Guardian could.

"I mean yes, but. Look what we just did. We're a group of six or so Guardians and we not only broke through a massive Hive blockade bolstered by several supercarriers but we breached the fortress, killed all of Enxor's elite and then killed Enxor, and got out pretty much intact. The Vanguard better give us a medal for this one." Grim spoke, acting as though Argus were a bunch of total badass space warriors. Which is exactly what they were.

"I can see it now. Guardian of the Year, Arxus Essal. A big picture of me hanging in the doorway right outside the Vanguard quarters. Everyone will know my Titan-ness." Arxus replied, with a laugh. He was being sarcastic, but he enjoyed the novelty of it.