Sevestapol sat in her ship, overlooking Mars as she messed around with one of Drifter’s iconic coins. She flicked it a few times, trying to get it to do the same thing as Drifter himself managed to make it do on occasion right before flinging guardians off onto the field for a Gambit Prime match. She sighed as she set it down. “Still nothing from the group down on Mars?” She asked, staring at the ceiling of her ship, which was one of them fancy exotic ships. Sevestapol had sent a few ‘guardians’ down to go investigate and retrieve a supposed person of high value. Apparently Drifter wanted that said person, why, he never said. Yet she was determined to get this job done so she could get back to getting herself more better equipped. “Eh...no. Apparently they are experiencing some difficulties last I check. My guess, Cabal. Lots of them at that.” Her ghost popped out of nowhere, resting itself on the dashboard of the ship. It looked up at her with a somewhat bored expression. “Well, as long as those numbnuts don’t harm the HVT, we are perfectly fine. But if they don’t...I’ll wallop their sorry asses.” Sevestapol said bluntly as she pulled out a Black Talon sword, something she nabbed from her time within Gambit Prime, one of many exotics she got lucky with nabbing during many Prime matches that being. “Good to know you are only going to disintegrate them with sword beams instead of three-tap them with that damn Weapon of Sorrow.” Her ghost quipped, resulting in her responding by flicking it. “Ow.” “Shush you floating metallic ball of doom.” Sevestapol pouted at her ghost, before chuckling a little bit. “Anyway, guess we’ll continue to play the waiting game...” And like that, she kicked back and continued to wait for a full response back from the massive group that had went down there.