The short, stocky titan leaned against the railing of the Tower, staring out at the Traveler, his orange gaze falling slowly to the city. The last of his tears fell, trickling down his cheeks and falling into his palms. The Awoken took in a shaky breath, his fists gripping tightly onto the railing, his teeth grinding together, and he let out a frustrated grumble, turning his back to the Traveler and staring at the guardians bustling by to the Vaults, or to the Vanguard, or the Cryptarch. Two weeks ago, his father left with a small group of his closest friends, people he trained with since becoming a guardian, to defeat Oryx. However, not only had the fireteam failed to defeat the king, only two of them made it out alive. His father was not one of them. He sought vengeance, not just for one of the people closest to him, but for his fallen brothers and sisters. However, doing so alone would be asking for suicide. The pale, blue skinned male ran a hand anxiously through his curly locks, biting his lip. He needed a fireteam, but not just any group of ragtag guardians, he needed a skilled group. He considered maybe even training a few guardians himself to prepare for this battle, but how well would that play out? He paced a bit before making a decision, disappearing from the Tower. Later, neatly hung up on each of the Vaults, read a sign-up sheet. [b]Guardian Training: First Come, First Serve. Directed by Jarah Fakhoury.[/b] (( Open! ))