Anise grimaced behind her visor, walking through pools of Cabal blood and gore with rifle in hand. "Oy blin, what in the name of the Traveller caused this mess? Ghost, send Telemetry to Lord Saladin." Her near silent footsteps were complimented by a slight clicking sound made by her rifle. It was a precision weapon forged by the lords of iron, Colovance's Duty. As she made it deeper into the base, she found the cause of the destruction and shuddered in disbelief. "A Guardian, here?!"