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But I have faith you'll find a way to work it out." She leans over and whispers something to him the Vanguard commander gives her a look of approval as he begins opening terminal windows for his impending meeting. "Family struggles can be challenging," Ikora recognizes, her hand on the back of Zavala's chair. Ikora regards them for a moment, then nods and approaches Zavala. He's still-there's still raw emotions and-with everything going on right now, it's been hard to connect with him," the Warlock admits, giving the Hunter a concerned look. "Have you given him your regards?" "With everything that happened on Europa, ma'am, we didn't think it prudent. "When I heard Mithrax's old fireteam had come to the City, I was surprised to see you here, rather than down there with him," Ikora says, though she isn't truly surprised.
Ikora smiles demurely and more fully invites herself into the room. Both Warlock and Hunter look shocked at her presence. "Ikora," the Warlock says with a respectful incline of her head. No-offense to your city planning strategies, Commander, I just-" "It wasn't my plan," Zavala says, motioning to the woman eavesdropping in doorway. "That's… honestly better than we expected.
The last thing we need is violence born out of confusion and ignorance." The Warlock and Hunter look to one another, then back to Zavala. It's just going to take time to build up the piece of Botza District we gave them, and to make sure the people of the City accept them.
"If everything goes well, they'll live in the City. "No," Zavala says with a shake of his head. But the plan is to turn the area into a community learning annex where the Eliksni and humanity can freely share ideas, culture, and language." "And they would live there?" the Warlock asks. "This is the territory the Consensus would cede for the time being. "I suppose it looks like that," Zavala admits. Zavala's expression is mixed with surprise and aggravation, but he lets out a burst of laughter-it crescendos in an uncharacteristically jovial manner before dissipating into a sigh. Yet." "You didn't have a plan before putting them in a bombed-out ditch?" the Hunter interjects. We wanted to talk about the long-term plans regarding Eliksni settlement in the City." Zavala sits at his desk, his face weary. First of all, we wanted to thank you for the rescue efforts on Europa. You have eight of them." "He's heard of us!" the Hunter whispers to the Warlock, who gives him a surreptitious elbow in the side. "I have a call with the Consensus in ten minutes. "I'm-" "I know who you two are," Zavala says as he breezes past them. "Commander Zavala," the Warlock says with a quick chastising look at her cohort. He gives Zavala a crooked, apologetic smile and shows his hands to the Warlock in a "Gun? What gun?" gesture. Both Warlock and Hunter turn to face Commander Zavala, the Hunter shifting his Shotgun behind his back as his Ghost decompiles the weapon. "I don't recall having a meeting scheduled right now," booms a voice from the doorway. The look she levels at the Hunter is patient, but thinning. Then, noticing something on a high shelf, he wonders: "Is that a cat?" The Warlock gives him a gentle shove into the middle of the room, then slowly urges his Shotgun down from his shoulder her touch leaves an ice-rimmed mark on the barrel. "The commander's sure come on up, hasn't he?" the Hunter remarks, Shotgun still resting on his shoulder. A long, appreciative whistle escapes him as he slowly turns and surveys the room. "You should put your gun away," the Warlock says as her Hunter companion strolls into the empty office. "Let the Light be your compass." -Mithrax
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