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[The man on the video is blue skinned with glowing blue eyes and in armor that bears military markings. Over his shoulder a small white machine floats, periodically tilting towards him and then away as if to look out at something, in contrast to the blue man whose eyes don't move from the screen, and in fact the look is rather intense.]

In what time I have been here, I will admit the peace is appreciated. Where I am from, even without a direct threat, there would still be excitement born from competition among each other. To say that I find this peace unusual, but welcomed would not be a lie.

[And before he continues he looks over at his Ghost, giving the white machine a glare as if to forestall any comments from it before looking back.]

However, as I have yet to find any fellow Guardians in the time this peace provides me between the duties I was assigned [such a nice way to say he works in the library], I feel almost negligent in that task. So to any Guardians that are here, this is Commander Zavala asking you all to report in. [And he probably couldn't sound any more formal if he tried.]

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[Someone's proud of herself. From where she's set up, fiddling with a handful of tech— tech that might just look familiar to anyone familiar with Winston's work in stabilizing temporal distortion— Sombra's grinning like a cat that ate the canary: bright as the circuitry hardwired into her head.

After a moment longer spent working one more panel loose, her attention flicks up, nose crinkling along with it:] Anybody out there got any good ideas for celebrating around here?

Not talking about a beer with some music. I mean really kicking it off.

The kind of letting loose that comes up after you take care of a real...infestation.