'110, 115, 120, 125…' Daemon counted the seconds that his guardian's finger hovered over the screen while the monitor waited patiently for an answer to its question: 'Join Communications?'. Growing bored of her indecisiveness, he drifts closer.

"How long are you gonna do that?" He tilts his shell as though he were a curious puppy. "Until I'm kicked." She chuckles dryly and Daemon groans in response. "Even after my big speech, c'mon Sophia…" She leans back and slumps in her chair. "As good as a speech it was, it can't fix over a million years of being the way I am."

"You haven't been alive for a million years." He scoffs. "What does it matter…If I join then I'll have to talk and if I talk then I think I might die." She could be so overdramatic. Daemon turns away from her, thinking for a second. Maybe if talking would cripple her so much (not that it actually would), he would do it for her.

"Join."

"But—"

"Just do it, you big kinder-guardian."

Sophia gasps at the offending ghost, leaning forward and resting her palm on the screen, forgetting that the dialogue box was still open. Theres a small ding sound, signaling that the choice is made and she is patched in.

"You—!" Sophia moves her hand back, a look of pure horror on her face behind the helmet. She fumbles, trying to mute her microphone but she freezes, at the sound of a voice.

"Welcome, Haven; we'll get started here in just a second…waiting for everyone to come in…" The predominately male voice explains. Meanwhile, Sophia's heart is ready to burst from her chest.

"Uh—"

"That's fine, she's just checking over her gear." Daemon quickly comes to her rescue. "That's—"

"She? You don't sound much like a girl." Another voice interjects. "You bitch, I was talking to—"

"Who died and put you in charge, I'm allowed to talk to them too—"

"I was talking!" The first guardian exclaims and the back and forth begins, insults being thrown left and right; abbreviations and words Sophia wouldn't dare to repeat let alone think of.

"I'm her ghost, obviously." Daemon cuts in and the second guardian turns his fierce attitude towards the ghost. "Did I ask you—"

"Batman, shut up!" A roar of laughter is heard from the first guardian and the other now known as 'Batman,' mumbles 'fuck you' before going quiet. "Ignore him, he's crabby." The guardian chuckles again. "I'm not crabby, you're crabby." Batman interjects again. "See…" The first guardian laughs again. "I'm Ranger by the way."

"He seems like quite the chipper fellow." Daemon laughs and Ranger joins him. After the laughter dies down, Daemon mutes the microphone and turns towards her. "See, they aren't that bad and that Ranger had a smooth way about him."

"If that…'Batman' snaps at you again, I'm going to kick him right in the—"

"Oh look! Someone else is here. Why don't you make yourself busy and look at their loadout instead of thinking about gross things?"

Sophia rolls her eyes and leans back, tapping on the screen, coming to an overview of everyone in the fireteam. Firstly, it was Ranger, the leader. Oh boy, if he didn't look like a drifter (not that Drifter), she didn't know what did. Dawn Hood, Getaway Artist, Prodigal Robes and Annealed Shapers. It was always so hard to find gear that matched, it was obvious he didn't have that problem.

Then it was Batman. The name sounded familiar. It sounded like it came from some Golden Age franchise since guardians did like to use names from that era for their own tags. Celestial Nighthawk, Vigil of Heroes, Prodigal Vest, Strides of the Great Hunt and Woven Firesmith cape. He sure did seem like the try hard type and the shaders didn't help the standoff-ish vibe he gave. That shader did make Nighthawk look a-helluv a lot scarier than it should've been.

While Sophia made herself busy, Daemon listened to the banter than Ranger and Batman shared, Ranger chuckling as though it hadn't bothered him. It seemed as though they have long since known each other. The way Batman talked, only a friend would tolerate it.

"Arguing with you made me forget what I was doing." Ranger groans while Batman scoffs. "It's not my fault, the ghost started it." Ranger makes a sound of annoyance. "He didn't, you're just a 'b.a.n.'"

"Whatever." Batman scoffs again and goes quiet.

As much as Daemon wanted Sophia to branch out and make friends, he was glad she wasn't so desperate to tolerate such things. Not to say Ranger was desperate, he shut down the irritated guardian well.

"I promise, he's not this grumpy. He just had a bad drop from Xur." Ranger explains. "No paint off my shell, just glad we have the chance to get this done." Daemon says while three others join the group of drifting ships. "Speaking of which, have you two done this before?" He inquiries. Ranger coughs a bit; "Mm, not exactly…we were just sick of looking through the LFG."

"You too? They're ridiculous!" A new guardian exclaims, he sounds younger than both Ranger and Batman. "So, you guys haven't done this either, I was just about ready to wing it." Another voice adds. Ranger laughs. "No, it's a learning experience, nothing required, just have fun."

"Fun, that's so unheard of." A voice adds in, another new guardian. Daemon glances at his own guardian, she was entranced with the screen. "Two Titans and another Hunter…does this count as a meta?"

"I don't think you know what you're saying." Daemon whispers to her and she waves a hand at him dismissively.

"If everyone is here, can we go…you're taking forever." Batman groans and Ranger scoffs. "Relax you bitch, I'll go when I'm good and ready." He laughs. "Or when everyone is ready." Shortly after that, everyone confirms their readiness and Ranger sets their destination to the Dreaming city. Sophia looks up at him, nervousness in her eyes.

"I promise that you're going to do great, just roll with it." Daemon offers her his wise words and she nods, adjusting herself properly in her seat and launching off towards the glimmering planet.