Hello. These are the entrys of the exo warlock tuvek (aka the karáki) Entry 1. Hello. My name is Tuvek. Well thats not my real name. My true name is 2-vek. However tuvek sounds more... Natural. I was not revived by my ghost on normal planets. I was revived on the moon. Here is a recolections about my memorys on the moon. I am going to fire a shot into my head to try to awaken old memorys. Ghost is prepared to repair me if need be... Ok. 3. 2. 1. NOW! I awoke in the temple of crota. As i awoke i heard gunfire. I found that my fingers were wrapped around a gun. I didnt know where the gun had come from or where i had gotten it but i knew... We had fought battles together. It was unlike any gun i had ever seen (in memory anyway) it looked as if it was made from... Well i dont know. But i could sense somehow that it was alive. I picked it up and pushed myself up and for the first time realized i was laying or sitting in a strange chairlike device. Countless cords sprouted from my head and lead to a strange device. I pulled them out and got up. As i got up i realized that the gunfire was getting louder. The gunfire made me... Excited. I felt as if i could only be happy if i was part of the fight. Suddenly the door to the room i was in opened and a hive knight stood there. I dont know HOW i knew it was a night. I just did. I imediatly saluted as if i had done it many times before. He spoke in a language that i understood. I do not know how or why i understood it... I just did. For the sake of this entry i shall translate it to english. "Ah! Tuvek! Your awake! We must hurry! They are here!" Said the knight "Who are here!?" I replied. Somehow i had spoken the language back. "The guardians! They are trying to destroy you!" I dont know why but the word "guardians" caused a temporary spurt of anger. "THEN WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR!?" I replied hoisting my gun into the air. As i spoke the knight froze. Something had peirced his skull. As he fell i saw a knife potruding from his head before he disentegrated. I let out a scream of anger as i saw the person who had thrown the knife. They where wearing a cloak and had a hood. I hoisted up my gun and utterly obliterated them before they could even fire back. As i killed them i felt a sense of satisfaction as they crumpled. I ran out and saw acolytes shooting at more people in cloaks. One of them roared to me that they needed my help. So i readied my gun and shot another guardian. The shot went through her head and she imediatly died. Again i felt the same joy as before. As the acolytes and thralls finished off the last guardian i was positivly laughing with the joy. It felt so good to KILL! GHOST! PULL ME OUT NOW! I feel ashamed of what i have remembered. The memorys of fighting alongside the hive.... It hurts me. The memorys of killing fellow guardians. I still have that gun. I use it in the feild. But to dispatch of the very ones who made me use it. Me and it have become friends. Because it IS alive. I plan on joining eris morn in fighting the hive. I will update when i can... End entry