She stood on the far edge of the crater, her silhouette broken up by the jagged remains of the bunker. Dropping the empty magazine from her rifle and loading a new one, she watched the three Guardians as they waited for their ships. A voice crackled in her ear.
"You find them?"
"Yes."
"How many?"
"Three." She replied, steely eyes following the Titan as he walked ahead of the others, clutching his shoulder. She could see the little Light flicker and flutter around him, appearing to try and tend to a wound.
"Well," the voice asked. "What do you think?"
She turned away from her subjects. "They're brave. No doubt about that. But, they're not the ones."
"What do you mean? They just killed her. Is that not interesting enough for you?"
"Don't get me wrong, they are interesting. But it's clear their destiny lies apart from yours and mine. I feel it best that they walk their own path."
Silence on the other end. She wondered what her companion would say next. She began to descend from her perch, tattered cape billowing in the rare lunar wind. Her companion finally responded.
"So… what now?"
She engaged her transmat, and as she dematerialized, she spoke.
"We keep looking."