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Lost Lion. Please Help?

WHO: Shiro and You!
WHERE: Around
WHAT: New Arrival Exploring
WHEN: Beginning of January
WARNINGS: None yet. Will update.

This was certainly not the last place that Shiro remembered being. He had last remembered returning to Earth and ending up with his new robotic arm. As he stood there for a long moment, wracking his brain, there wasn't much more after that. Certainly, there wasn't enough he would have suddenly found himself here in a world that seemed far more dilapidated than the Garrison was with far fewer technologies.

The information that suddenly came to him was certainly helpful, but very disturbing to him. After all, what had most of his recent life been like other than some other being deciding he needed to be somewhere that he didn't consent to going?

Typical.

But Shiro was out in the town and exploring. Sure, he had the device and he did pause a few times to review it, specifically looking at the map more than anything else, but still, he'd rather see them for himself. After he had figured out where he was going, he could see if there was anything that he could assist with. If he was going to be here, might as well do something productive.

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"Fun stuff, right?" Even so, the Exo manages to make light of the situation. It hadn't been fun that past storm, but if nothing else, they've proven they can get through it.

Eyeing Shiro's arm again, Cayde arches a brow at the story behind it. "Wow, no kidding? That's...yeah, that's worse than the aliens I know who worship machines and dismember their own limbs in exchange for mechanical ones- I think. Had mine shot off once. Got better. From your friends though? Nice. Interesting design choice."

"Oh, yeah. Sounds very fun." Nothing like an unnatural mechanical storm to make things more amusing.

"... Can't say I've ever heard of anyone who worshipped machines and partially turned themselves into one. Some of the Galra soldiers did have limbs replaced, but no telling if that was by choice or by necessity."

He glanced down at his arm again. "Yeah, apparently that one had coding in it that allowed them to control my clone so he tried to kill my friend. He cut off the clone's arm which stopped it and-" And slightly amused scoff because this was where he was going to sound crazy. "My consciousness was transferred to his body from the lion I was trapped in."

"That's the Fallen for you. The Eliksni. They're one of several alien races that just seem to have it out for us," Cayde explains breezily.

The look the Exo gives Shiro with the further input about his arm is nothing short of confused. He waves a hand about. "Whoa, whoa, whoa- you can't just jump from clones to being stuck in a lion- where'd the lion even come in anyway??"

Yep, it was a long story.

"So when I escaped from the Galra, I ended up back home on Earth. In an attempt to avoid those who wished to capture us, I and four others found a giant blue robotic lion underground. It took us through a wormhole and we ended up at an alien ship. The lions were made by a now nearly deceased race as defenders of the universe. Well, we took over as their pilots. I fly the black one."

That's where the lions came in.

Glowing eyes widen at that. "A giant robot lion. I feel like we've missed out some. Oh, but it didn't originate from Earth. Okay then. Maybe that's why."

Cayde nods as he soaks everything in. "So. Important question. But how does piloting a giant lion work?"

"Nah, it was just sent to Earth to hide it from the Galra. It wasn't made there."

Yeah, it's a lot to take in and that's not even half the story Shiro feels like. "There's a cockpit in the head with controls. But the lion is also sentient as well so if it doesn't want you to pilot, it won't let you. It will pick the best for the tasks that it normally does. The one I piloted, the Black Lion, was the leader so the pilot had be one who'd be able to lead the other four."

"Sentient robo-lions! Huh! Imagine that!" Cayde marvels, stroking his jaw with his free hand. While he's still confused about the concept, he's not going to argue that lion-shaped ships sound pretty neat. Picky lion-shaped ships, but he can see how beneficial that could be to find the right pilot for a ship.

He smiles lopsidedly at Shiro. "So you're the leader of the lion club, eh?"

"Yeah, I never would have thought about that until I saw one in real life, but apparently they exist. They all have their own specialty. I'm probably a little biased to say so, but they are pretty cool."

He caught the joke and grinned back. "Yeah, I'm the leader. Not officially anymore, but the others will always refer to me even if I'm not piloting anymore."

The more he hears about them the more he wishes he could see one. "Guess one of those would've been too big for the Agrii to bring over." Then again there'd either be a lot of limitations set on the things given how they monitored use of the shuttles.

Cayde chuckles, nodding then. "Ah, I see. Hey, it's a badge of honor. Means you've done something right, right?"

"Likely. While they were would be very helpful for rebuilding, the smallest ones were still the size of a small building. Black was the largest one. I doubt they'd have been easy to bring here. Not to mention they were needed at home... though I get the feeling that has never stopped them before."

Shiro smiled. "Yeah. Being chosen by the lions certainly does mean something."

The Exo holds up a finger. "One might say we're needed at home," he suggests, but he's still wearing that same, lazy grin. "Aaand I guess we're needed here, for some problem or another." He's sure the Agrii don't even know what all their real trouble might be.

"Being a lion pilot sounds a lot more fun than being part of the Vanguard, that's for sure. But at least it sounds like whatever was going on, you all managed to do the job, see things through?"

"So we are needed in both places but have to be here to fix this problem." Would have been nice to be asked for assistance rather than forcing them to help. It's nicer that way. Oh, well. Not much to be done about it now.

"Yeah, we always managed to get through it. What's the Vanguard?"

Oh, Cayde completely agrees. A formal invitation, a head's up, maybe a gift basket. Honestly he would have come just because it would be an excuse to get away from the Tower.

"Hm? Oh, it's the main group heading protection over our city back home. Just three of us, one for each specialized group of Guardians. There's Hunters, Warlocks and Titans," he says, ticking off a finger for each named before laughing.

"I know, I hardly look like someone who should be left in charge of anything."

Yeah, anything like that would be good. A gift basket would certainly be nice.

"Ah, I see. Which group were you part of if you don't mind me asking?"

He chuckled. "I'm sure there were some who said that about me before."

Well, there was a reason for that but he wasn't going to share that.

The Exo gives a little tug of his hood the way someone would pop a collar. "Hunter. I'm sure you would've guessed right if I hadn't said so." He's not wearing nearly enough armor for a Titan, and just the thought of him being mistaken for a Warlock makes him almost giggle.

"Hunter Vanguards aren't appointed formally. None of us want the position because that means we won't be out in the field where we prefer to be," he says with a shrug.

"Ah. Now that you mention it, I see it. Certainly wouldn't think that would be the style of a warlock. Then again, haven't met too many of those."

There was one... sort of...

"Gotcha. That would make sense."

"They prefer long robes and coats. Easy to peg 'em," Cayde agrees, nodding. "Between the Warlock and Titan Vanguard, I feel like I'm the life of the party. Otherwise we'll be spending all of our time planning and talking circles. You can imagine the torture I go through whenever we have meetings." Still he can laugh a little. They all have their differences, but he's come to really appreciate their fireteam.

"Speaking of parties, this crate isn't getting any lighter." Cayde, that makes no sense. "I got a bar I've set up south of here if you ever need a place to hang out or somethin'. Still working my way around a menu but there are drinks and coffee because that seems like a must for a lotta people."

"I see. Yeah, certainly sounds like it."

Different people had different ways of handling meetings. Serious was one... but it wasn't always the most fun.

"Oh, of course. I don't want to hold you up. I'll be sure to swing by at some point."

Cayde grins again. "You do that. Either way, I'm sure I'll see you around."

He readjusts his hold on the crate, giving Shiro a nod before he turns and starts to head on his way. "Oh yeah, you should've got some kinda tablet thing. You can use that to yell at people if you got a question or anything else that comes up," he adds as he looks over his shoulder, then gives the man a salute.

"Yeah, I'm sure we will see each other around."

He smiled at the last part, replying before Cayde walked off. "I'll remember that. Thanks."

And with that, he wouldn't hold him up anymore, going back to exploring.

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