It was unusually dark and empty in the Hall of Guardians as the lights were off and the shutters closed while the three inhabitants were gathered around the table which housed a holographic image of the Planet Mars floating a foot above it.
"We are at a precedent." Zavala spoke, his pale blue skin and bald head shimmering lightly as proof of his awoken ancestry, while his heavily plated armour recognised him as a Titan. "Never, in all the time since the Vanguard formed have we ever had numbers this high."
"Well. We've certainly had a lot more baby Guardians finding their way here." The hunter replied in his two-toned voice, yellow light eerily glinting through the metal plates that formed the parts of his face you could see under the hood he always wore. The Exo leant down to the base of the holographic projector, picking at something minute muttering to himself. "Finding these damn things everywhere since she brought her rock in here.". He spoke up once more - "Sorry, yeah. A lot more mouths to feed.
"As Cayde-6 so eloquently put it we are running out of space at an alarming amount rate." Ikora Rey chose her words carefully, as she always did. Methodical as all warlocks tended to be, her robes reflected that, an elegant shade of purple with intricate gold patterns. "I think now would be the perfect time"
"The Speaker gave his blessing, and preparations have been made." Zavala continued. "All that's left is to choose who we are actually going to send."
"What about the House?"
"Which house?" The Titan asked.
"You know which." Ikora replied.
"No. Absolutely not. They're reckless, they've disobeyed my orders and they have no regard for collateral damage. They cannot be trusted with this."
"Now I remember why I like them." Cayde-6 interjected.
"What about Atheon? And Crota, Skolas or even Oryx? Do you not remember how much they have done in service of the Traveller?" Ikora said.
"I remember three of them nearly bringing down Ishtar Spire while fighting Skolas. Why does it have to be them? What about the Star Phoenixes or Iron Will?" Zavala pressed.
"Accomplished clans in their own right, that's not in dispute but there's no variation with their members."
"They're all Titans. Boring." Cayde smirked. "Lets put it to a vote. I vote yes."
"Seconded." Ikora added, leaning back.
"This is a terrible idea." Zavala resigned.
"Then its settled." Cayde-6 smiled as Zavala let out a loud sigh.
"Ghost?" Ikora Rey addressed the light hovering above her right shoulder. "Prepare to transmit a message."
"Who to?" The small machine asked.
"The House of Dredgen Yor."