Pleasant Delivery
@Fireteamhouston
The armored supplies shuttle was prepping another customary inventory check before its take-off. It was a tedious thing but necessary to ensure there wasn’t something missing or slipped in. The City need as much of its supplies as anywhere else on Earth’s scattered settlements, but as a bastion of hope for its people, it is willing to extend a hand now and again with a good exchange in tow. To help each other is to help in the great fight, as the Speaker tended to preach. The shipwright Amanda Holliday was going around checking the list and shuttle number, almost brushing against the first of the recruited Guardians.
“Oh, sorry there, Guardian.” She says with a quick smile and off she was without much wait. The Human was never for standing still, even at her desk, she was moving in some form. The Titan dressed under some modified variant of Highlander platemail, but the helmet sported a sharpened horn. His mark fluttered with Discipline. He didn’t need to say anything really, had no reason to.
He didn’t say much and seemed passive, like any of the robotic frames serving as labor or security.
Typhon-05 was his designation, fifth reported time of memory restart. A single well-trained Titan was enough to handle an enemy company, even a single Guardian wasn’t capable of divination (well...that he is aware of). So the Vanguard had the foresight to call in a fireteam to make doubly sure that the exchange is done. The Fallen House of Devils may have been culled with the death of their Archon-to-be and Prime Servitor, but no one is arrogant enough to think their threat was over. Not with their continuous involvement in Old Russia.
So he waited patiently for this new team or individual to assist him.
