**Journal Of A Blood Stained Guardian** [Location Venus] Fallen Ishtar Collective- {Battle of Five Waves} Front Line: Discord * * * /////Recording: **Looks at the camera for a little while before speaking. His voice would be presented as eastern European. He would would speak in an Intelligent and forward manner.** I have started these... Journals in the hope one day I will understand my journey... Or If I die, you will understand mine. Many don't talk about their past lives before be coming a guardian, a silent rule maybe... Or maybe it's because the memories are fragmented. A face here... A whisper there. But there are a few that hold their memories close. That remember the past. I am one of the few. It's like stream for me. One side holds the past and the other side... This present and I swim between them. The Golden age and The Dark Ages. I have seen the rise and fall of many fire teams... I have seen the destruction of many Fallen Houses, Hive Broods, Vex Collectives, and Cabal Regiments... The call me the old man. Why, you may ask? Well as a rule guardian's don't have a long lifespan on the battlefield. Many of us have fallen... It has been over 150 years for me since I was resurrected... The fear of those first years seem like a distant memory. I remember looking at the guardian tower for the first time, how glorious it all seemed. How my ghost told me about my part to play and why I was chosen out of so many... How he she took her time.. how the have the centuries went by and where she found me. I was a commando with the Russian Liberation Forces in my... past life. Before the guardians. During what was called... The Golden Age. My ship was knocked out of the sky during the collapse. The loud sirens, the thick smoke, to the overwhelming G forces as we spun out of control to what was left of the earth... Then a black nothingness followed after the impact. I died that day... I failed to save her... Then I woke and saw the bones of my comrades long at rest in the cabin I died in, and what I thought was a floating phantom telling me to run, that I had no time to cry, that they were coming west of our position and if we dont escape, we will be killed. From there, I remember running from what are now called the Fallen were close on our step, having no time to mourn for the past. We barley escaped with our lives. One mag in my Khvostov, two mags on hand, I made every shot count. Plus 10 years of Russian boxing 15 years of Sambo 10 years of Systema 15 years of the Retuinskih System or ROSS for short. Helped greatly with any close quarters combat I faced. Even with the advanced guardian speed and strength... to make my skills more deadly then they had ever been, The Fallen are a strong and deadly opponent. Never forget that. Never underestimate them. **Looks away from the camera and pause's then continues with the recording** We made it to a Guardian patrol which had ample fire power to hold back the fallen advance. A group called Wolf Pack Alpha. Hunters. One of the best fire teams to roam earth's broken territorys. They all are dead now. Lost to the Vex... Lost in time.. I hope one day to save them. They tell me things will get better... The Vanguard say the last city will be the first city... That we will push the darkness back. But for every boss... Every major victory... It seems another damn threat comes into the fold... I survived this long because I am one of the best. I can kill like no other. I wish I was a cook or could grow food... But that's not my talent... I am a soldier... For those who can't fight. But I can't bury anymore my friends... So I march alone, Eat Alone, Clean my weapons for the next fight. I use to love battle... The thrill... The glory. Now it is hollow. But a necessary hollow. One thing that pushes me in the right direction is Dox. She is my ghost. A Cryptic and Funny ghost. After all the years that have past she has not lost her sense of humor in this very serious world. My brothers... My sisters.... A storm is coming... Be ready. For sake of all that have fallen and the rise to come. We will succeed. We have to... **Leans closer to the camera and speaks with a unyielding conviction** We are legend. //////Ends recording///////