He walked through the Tower, others getting out of his way as he did. The bones of his guantlets clacked together as he moved, heading to the ship bay. His eyes glowed a light blue color in his white and gray face. On the top of his head were three black stripes. On the side of his head were what seemed to be small antenna or wings where on a normal human being would be ears. On the base of his neck people would see his name if he didn't keep it covered up. His name was Legion-1313 or just Legion as he preferred to be called and he was an Exo, a robotic race with vast intelligence. Despite being made during the golden age though, not much remained on what they were exactly, and Legion was one to think that he was more then just machine gifted with life, that it went deeper and there was more to him then met the eye. Yet like all other Exo's he had no memory before the end of the Golden Age, he knew nothing of his past before being a Guardian and being assigned to his "Little Light" as he liked to call it. 

He rarely worked with other Guardians, he felt they slowed him down in his missions and did not take orders entirely well at times. Yet here he was being forced into aiding to clear out some Fallen he could gather from what he was told. He felt it was a job meant for lower ranked Guardians unlike him but he had no choice in the matter. Now he would have to work with five other Guardians and quickly get this mission done to return to his own tasks. Upon finding the desired ship that they were to meet the others. He entered in silence without saying a word, noticing two other Guardians. He choose his seat on the port side of the ship, closest to the cockpit and sat down, awaiting for the rest of the team and getting this mission started. He took out his knife as he waited sharpening it to pass the time.