"How many Guardians responded to the call?"
"All of them. But I ordered most to just go back to their posts, these 12 should be more than enough."
Somewhere in the wide expanse of the Universe, Elder Zora's feline-like eyes reflected the dozen ships that were neatly floating in front of him. Beside him is a tattooed, silver-haired man; an evaniel wearing a Guardian's uniform.
"I take it you're also going?" Elder Zora said as he scratched the fur on his neck, "For a Guardian from a Higher Race to also respond to the call, I believe this number to actually be a bit overkill."
"My… kind is involved in this," the evaniel Guardian shook his head, "I need to be there."
"Hm," Zora nodded as he turned his focus back to the dozen ships that were now disappearing into a beam one by one, "Well then…
…It is time to see what has the princess all riled up."
***
"How is your original body, Riley?"
"Still in the evaniel's ship, Paige."
