Ginger stood in the hangar, presenting the mission objective for the gathered Guardians. Though clad in a particularly regal set of armor, he seemed surprisingly uncomfortable as he spoke, constantly shuffling and tugging at joints. His helmet was placed precariously on an intersection post in the railing. "Alright, so some Warlocks and I have been theorizing about the Hive aboard the Dreadnought, which is actually its own dimension, in that it has its own fundamental laws. You see, Oryx and his followers are so powerful that they can change the fundamental laws of reality inside their dimension; they call it sword logic. It defines the strength granted through existence and killing. Anyways, the first rule is that if you exist, you are powerful. That makes all of us strong... Which is good. The next steps have only been hypothesized, and we are to test them out by killing some of his lieutenants. If we kill them, it might make us strong enough to face Oryx in his own dimension... And it'll make patrolling the Dreadnought a helluva lot easier. Any questions?" He stares at the blank faces in front of him, and mutters something under his breath about them being [i]a tough crowd[/i]. "Perhaps we should start with introductions. I'm Ginger, I was revived thirteen years ago, and I am a freelance Titan working in conjunction with the Vanguard. You've probably seen me... At the bar most likely. Or on Mars. Yeah..." He shuffles a little, palpably uncomfortable "Anyone else?" (Open)