I kick back in the couch, yawning slightly from the slight amount of sleepiness that still clings to my eyes.

"So, we'll be here for a few hours, huh? Might as well introduce ourselves."

As I speak, I idly remove my Hard Light from my back, checking all of the mechanisms and occasionally tightening a bolt, or wiping a surface down. 

"I'm Aiden-12, Titan. Originally from Venus, as far as I can remember." Shifting my attention to one of the other Titans that I can see, I recognize the Spearhead Type 0 gear he's wearing. That's not the part that really surprises me, though. He's using a Khvostov? On a mission like this? I know there are purists who insist on only using old weapons like that, but I'm really surprised that he's bringing it to something this important.

"Hey...um..." It's at this point that I realize that I have no idea what his name is, but I press on nonetheless. "You sure you want to use a Khvostov here? I'm sure Nova has a better weapon stashed away somewhere on this ship." As if to emphasize this, I  finish my weaponry maintenance and snap the magazine back into the receptacle, replacing the weapon on my back and removing the Vestian Dynasty from my hip for its own daily care. "After all, if these fallen are really enough trouble to warrant the Speaker sending a squad this large after them, there's definitely reason to be well-equipped." I pause for a moment to remember my first disastrous encounter with patrolling Wolves as a fairly new guardian. My Ghost had its hands full bringing me back to life that many times, that's for sure. Yeah, he's going to have a fireteam with him, but that's no reason to use a sub-par weapon. If anything, it might make it worse when we have to stop what we're doing to pick him up.

Still, there's one more Titan here, and he's looking much better equipped. With any luck, one of the two is a Defender. Ward of Dawn has never hurt, especially since we don't know what we're going up against.