For years she had run, and for years she had hidden herself from sight, only revealing herself to the ones she found....interesting. Or at least those who had promise. Her identity lost and her name forgotten, she had taken up being called the stranger. Though most times her motives were not her own, she stood, looking out the observatory window of her jump ship which she had fashioned herself out of ancient vex technology. What she gazed upon could only forshadow the enevitibal fate on this reality. Xira walked into the bridge at that moment as is feeling the dispar of her exo friend. "It is not your duty..." Xira explained "It is not your responsibility to manipulate the outcome of this universe, that is not what we were sent here for..." "Well then what..." The stranger replied aggressively "What must we do when it is our duty to--" "I know. I know it is hard to understand, but you must know that the guardian we have been watching is brave and true..." Xira Interrupted "You must know that you made the right choice choosing him and that he alone can stop this taken king." She continued "Our only duty and concern is the vex. They are more powerful than a god, or a kell, or anything these guardians have ever seen." "Then what must we do then..." The stranger questioned... (Open)