Kazik let out a soft, pensive growling sound. There was no menace to it, but rather it was a deep groan of thought. Looking around, he saw all of these Guardians that would have to work together, and yet none of them knew each other. Here, already one thought it silly that the soldiers who would have to risk their lives together against an unknown threat get to know each other. Like gears grinding against each other, Kazik could feel just the tiniest twinge of potential tension.

"You do not know each other, from what I have seen. I do not see issue with the prospect of rectifying this." Kazik spoke slowly, though not lethargically - methodically. Historically, he had noted these Guardians to be sensitive, at least more sensitive than he. He wanted to succeed as quickly as possible and as efficiently as possible, facilitating a quick return home and less time spent with these drains on his patience. Sitting down next to the one who called himself Spectre, Kazik rested two arms on his knees and two under his chin.

"For those of you who have not already been informed, you will call me Kazik. Where I come from is of little importance, but know that I am not here to cause trouble. I am your ally, and you are all mine. I am here for my knowledge of the Fallen and their tactics, and I hope to serve you all... adequately." Looking about, Kazik scanned all parties in the room, eyes falling upon a particularly odd sight - a Titan clad in what was clearly advanced armor, wielding the most rudimentary weapon he had every seen. The weapon, appearing to be a pre-Golden Age assault rifle, looked shockingly similar to someone who Kazik had encountered before. Remembering his days with his house, Kazik nearly grinned beneath his helmet as he recalled stomping the Light out of a newly revived Guardian, stumbling his way towards the City with nothing but a set of rudimentary Lightmail and a primitive weapon from a forgotten past.

However, those days were behind him, and Kazik refocused to the task at hand. Briefly contemplating the next course of social action, Kazik reached into a plated pouch in his armor and produced six Strange Coins.

"Gambling is foolish and wasteful. No matter what, the chances of your victory are always against your favor." Kazik placed the coins on the table and leaned back, moving his top two arms to a reclining position behind his head.

"It also happens to be one of my favorite past-times."

Taking pause for a moment, Kazik recalled the comment regarding the Fallen made by Spectre. He turned his head to the one next to him.

"One more thought. You say that the Fallen will pose no trouble to you." Purple arcs of Void Light whirred around Kazik for a brief moment as the small, hidden Servitor began to turn on long disused defense protocols in his armor, briefly triggering a Void shield projection. "I assure you, friend, that pride will not be of any use to you here. Note our numbers. Note my presence. And, if you are as great as you say you are, note your own. We would not all be here if this was a simple patrol, or a task to be handled by any Guardian. The Fallen are greater creatures than you credit them with, a fact which I can attest to. First, annihilate the House. Afterwards, you have my blessing to go forth and speak of their weakness as much as it pleases you."