For: @TheHonkeyTwist - Your story continues. Reborn: Part 1/ The War Council “My Lords. It is imperative that the matter be addressed, sooner rather than later.” The air in the room was hung with a distinct feel of concentration. So sharp was the oxygen as it passed through the Commander’s lungs, he wondered how it was to make him feel comfortable. The damp scent of stagnated pools bleeding with rust on the frontier suited him much better. Shaxx was always the first to accept a challenge. “We know Zavala”, his voice revealed in annoyance. “And yet, my request for a replacement has gone unwarranted?” “And yet, your request does not fall on deaf ears. Though, it doesn’t warrant that we supply your requisitions upon demand.” Zavala’s eyes remained locked upon the famed great-helm. Bravado would never be his key, he knew this. Shaxx only understood two methods for resolve: submission or combat. All the better, as far as Zavala was concerned, but the issue at hand needed to be resolved today. He was willing to bend the knee for that. “My Lord, you know as well as I that Nairobi Squad’s perimeter is essential to the re-establishment of power conduits for transmat uplinks in sector 667N.” He must tread carefully here. “All I ask is that you provide a worthy candidate of your choosing for command. Your Choosing.” “As well you should remember that. They are all, My Choosing.” Zavala was weighted upon patience and humility. He wondered if it could be unbalanced. He thought it better if not. “Then has My Lord made a choice?” Shaxx cocked his head slightly towards Saladin and Darshut. Both nodded in quiet compliance. “Ghost, send him in.” Moments later the sleek doors of the chamber shuddered open and heavily clad man strolled in with the look of someone who had just won the lottery, but already knew it. “Commander, this is Luther”, Shaxx said as he rose to lay his gauntlet on a well-worn pauldron supported by a massive shoulder. The man’s face was teeming with zealous ambition, and something that said, “I’ll kill you”. Good. Very good. “Commander”, Luther resounded. The voice gave reason to Zavala’s previous estimation. “He doesn’t say much Zavala, so don’t try and rework the hardware would you?” Shaxx had little to give in the way of instruction and council. 'Hands-on' always fit his curricular. “Just give him his briefing and set him up with his team. He’ll solve that perimeter problem you’ve mentioned.” The Titan stood with the reflection of the man walking away. The other’s eyes locked as if in contest upon the Commander. “Oh, and Commander”, Shaxx turned at the door, his ghost humming by his side. “He likes guns. The big ones. Keep him fed with them if you could.” Zavala chalked it up to a win. A Powerful Win. (For information on how your story will be written, search for post 'Reborn: Your Story Starts Here')