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Also, hey, this won't be set in stone, but this is still kinda important

Amira, from GIA, Galactic Secret Services.

‘Cayde hums, seeming to be caught somewhere between regret and satisfaction at the mark, his fingers ghosting over it before pulling away.’

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“What the Hell Cayde?” Tevis’ voice is the first thing that's picked up in the feed as it flickers onto a scene above a large round table in Cayde’s personal quarters. There's five people at the table, all familiar faces from past logs. Skylar is on Cayde’s left, hand pressed over her mouth, posture bent forward as she tries and fails to cover a round of giggles. Tevis is across from the Exo and looks like he just got the rug pulled out from under him. Filling in the other two seats are Banshee and Shaxx, both of which look amused as well. The Exo himself looks like he just found the biggest stash in existence, his smirk large enough that the hinges are protesting slightly.

It’s clear they’re playing poker by the cards and piles of glimmer on the table, plus the drinks at everyone’s sides. There’s a rather large pile of winnings in front of the host of the game which sits right next to the winning hand - a royal flush - to which Tevis is sputtering at. “How? To The Nine, how? There’s no bloody way.” He gets a slightly evil chuckle in reply and if he’d still been human Cayde would have been wiggling his eyebrows, though the plating on his face does shift to simulate it.

“Oh there’s always a way, not that I’m going to say what that is. Hunters have got to keep their secrets after all.”

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This Entry Log features a bit of talk about Guardian expectations, the mission that takes you to the dreadnought, and what happened to Osiris. If you haven’t read the Bungie official comic about his downfall on their site, you really should, it's very interesting. 

There’s also a bit of fluffy goodness.

A new chapter for Graphing at the Sky has been released!

It’s late. One doesn’t even need to look at the clock in the upper corner of the feed as it turns on to know that. The Vanguard room is all but empty, side lights are turned off or on low and through the huge back windows the moon looks huge in the sky, just passed half a waxing cycle. Everyone is gone, even the Frames, leaving the three lone leaders to stand in utter silence around the table, the open comms channel buzzing with stadic.

Ikora and Zavala share a look, worry and dread passing between them as they look to their sharpshooter. Cayde doesn’t move, simply staring at the small comms device on the table as it buzzes, hands planted hard around it to keep himself upright.  He's clearly waiting for something to happen, but from the look on the other’s faces, he’s been doing that for quite a while now.

Another long minute passes on the clock before with agonizingly slow movements, the Exo lifts one hand and shuts off the open channel, leaving the room in stark, haunting silence that almost makes it seem too loud. This room is never quiet, except now, but it remains that way for a long while as the timer ticks up.

“Maybe it’s just a bad area,” Ikora begins, but Cayde shakes his head to stop her, drawing his hands back to stand straight, his bright eyes dimmed slightly.

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