"Let me start by saying one thing to those who happen to come across this: I am not a guardian. I was never touched by the travelers light and I have lived far longer than any of its marionettes. Silently musing as they blindly follow a false prophet towards their own oblivion. I was there the day that [RETRACTED: Error code 375: MEMORY FILE CORRUPTED....ATTEMPTING TO RECONNECT...RECONNECTING] and they destroyed everything in their path. It did not matter who or what stood before them. Death was granted equally for every living being; be it man or beast. Men, women, and children alike were torn asunder as the [RETRACTED. NAME FILE RESTRICTED BY ORDER 296 OF TOWER LAW] ravaged the land. My mortal body fell by their hands, their conquest tore it limb from limb; leaving it nothing more than scraps for the remaining wildlife to feast upon. Yet as cynical as it may seem I no longer had use for it, and had long since abandoned it for one of a much higher standard. A body that would last throughout the centuries and not whither away into nothingness. A body that would allow me to further cultivate my knowledge and understanding of what we had created; what we had strived for so long to achieve. The culmination of decades of research and failed designs, sleepless nights and broken friendships, all brought together into one final body. Project EXO. My name was [ERROR MEMORY FILE CORRUPT: UNABLE TO RETRIEVE FILE] and I will say this once more: I am not a guardian, and I am not bound by the laws of light" Arc energy illuminates the dusk-filled room a pale blue hue as he stands over the lifeless body; his attention focused solely upon the complexity of the wiring within it's chest. His hands working delicately and with purpose, one firmly grasping the handle of his tool as the other meticulously aligns the sapphire laced wires. An azure spark leaps through the air as the end of the tool comes into contact with the tip of his finger; his eyes follow it as it descends to the dust-laced floor and fades into nothingness. "Another light lost in this meaningless war" he sighs as he removes his finger from the trigger; his metallic voice echoing throughout the silent room. "If only the vanguard would supply me with an assistant or two then perhaps..no I suppose that would only complicate matters." He whispers to himself as he examines the body lying across the table. It would take him two days at the least to finish the repairs, and another day to field test the unit. The vanguard had given him two days to complete it. "Two days, they expect me to complete this in a matter of two days? Next they'll ask me to lay golden eggs and shit bacon" he mutters as he gently runs his fingertips along the chest of the body before him; the sound of grating metal growing ever louder as he presses down. As it stands only one of the unit's arms are functional and neither of the legs have received any attention whatsoever. The only tasks it was capable of performing at the moment consisted of arm wrestling and high fives--granted the unit is incapable of maintaining an upright position due to its lack of a stabilizer and would inevitably fall to the unforgiving earth. "Two days. Damnit Zavalla, you tightass." He mutters as he slams his fist against the workbench, the pain receptors he had installed previously send a mix match of coding causing him to quickly retract his hand in a sensation similar to pain. "A tightass? I hope that is a golden age compliment Razor" A voice echoes throughout his head. Shit. He had left his coms channel open. "Zavalla...hey" he answers in a shrill metallic voice "how long have you been listening?" "I established communication earlier on, at around the same time you began to speak of your bodily excretions" Zavalla answered in a monotonous voice, a voice filled with authority. "We need you to report to the vanguard quarters, we have a new assignment for you." Well this was a little long for a prelude but I wanted to add the first part of chapter one as well. I hope you like it 