Don't have much to say here, but just going to warn you, there's a big exposition dump ahead. For plot. -------------------------------------------------- Goddamit!" Stuart mutters under his breath. "Why did you have to be here, of all places, In Fallen territory?" Meanwhile, I was fighting with the...Fallen, I guess? The thing lunged at me, with two shimmering blades that were made out of some glowing blue substance. I barely rolled out of the way as it swiped at me with one of it's lower arms. Did I mention they had four arms? No? Ok. My hand fell to my waist, and I removed a small knife, about the size of my hand, it's sheath. The second time the Fallen flew at me, I was ready. I ducked under its arms, and shoved my knife straight into his gut. A white substance poured out of the wound I made, only to be blown away by the wind. "Damn," I whisper. I had never taken a life before. Well, I guess it's have now, since I'm alive and all. Stuart flew up to me, expanding it's shell in excitement. "Well done!" He exclaimed. "Quite a good first kill, if I do say so myself. By the way," He turns around and looks at me. "Where did you get that knife?" I look at the blade in my hands. "Well, I..." There's something there, a memory, but I can't reach it. Everything is so...Blurred. "I don't really know." I glance down at my feet, and see they are covered in some sort of white armor. I glance at my arms and chest, and see that they are covered, too. "Since when did I get armor?" "Well, I was able to make you some very, very weak armor from the materials on the Fallen vandal's body." "Okay?" I glance Down at the body of the Vandal, and see an oversized sidearm lying next to it. I fire off a few shots, and discover that it shoots that subatance the fallen blade was made of. "This'll do." " For now." Stuart looks around nervously. "I think we should start moving out of Fallen territory," he says. "Before something else finds us." "I assume that it is too late for that," A voice states from behind us. "Because I am here." ********************************************* I turn around, and find myself face to face with an exo. I was surprised, but I don't know why. He looked familliar, but once again, the feeling dissapears. "Who are you?" I ask timidly. "My name is DX-10. I am a Warlock of the order of the Praxic Fire. And my ship was shot out of low orbit by an unknown device, and all of my communication devices are broken." "Wait, what's a warlock, and what's an order?!" Stuart materialized right in front of me. "It's probably my place to tell him about it, since I'm his Ghost and all." Stuart made a sound like clearing his throat. "So, you are a guardian, a being resurrected by the Traveler. Through this, you are able to wield the Light, though each who has been gifted uses it in a different way. They were loosely grouped into three classes: Hunter, Titans, and Warlocks. You... Artur? You are a Hunter, who stalk their enemies from the shadows, or hunt them down from a distance. There are also Titans, who are basically living walls," "They have about as much of a brain as a wall." Dee mutters. "Yes," Stuart huffs, and continues. "Warlocks, like Dee here, are space wizards." Dee clears his throat, but Stuart doesn't let up. "These classes all come together and plan their next move against the enemies of the Traveler in the multiple Towers, which surround the Last City. Which is a city that was built under the Traveler." He probably sees the look on my face, so he asks "You do remember the Traveler, right? It brought along the golden age!" I close my eyes, and try to recall any memories at all. "I... I don't remember anything. It's all just blurred together." "Ah yes," Dee, who's been waiting to interrupt, butts in. "Many guardians, human, awoken, and exo alike, have memory problems. I..." He pauses. He looks very troubled. "I'd prefer not to talk about my situation." Hmm. That's quite odd. I now want to know about his situation. "Well, that about sums it up," Stuart glances around nervously. "Can we please go now? I don't want to run into any more Fallen."