In this hour of victory, we taste only defeat. I ask why? We are Beta players, Guardians of all that exists. The roots of Destiny have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is life, the wisdom of our countless Guardians has saturated the soil. Our strength is a luminous sun towards which all intelligence blossoms. And the impervious shelter, beneath which it has prospered. I stand before you. Accused of the sin of ensuring our (beta players) ascendancy. Of attempting to save us from this fate where we are forced to... Recede... The Desticles stand as the greatest threat in the galaxy. Refusing to eradicate them is a fools gambit. We squander eons in the darkness, while the seize our triumphs for their own. The mantle of Guardian, for all things, belongs to veterans alone! Think of my acts as you will. But do not doubt the reality. The takeover has already begun... And we are hopeless to stop it.