A damaged servitor. Like it got damaged in fight, so it's forgot I'm the enemy. I found it while patrolling the cosmodrome, just aimlessly floating about making pathetic servitor sounds, like: Berrrrrrt, uuurnnnnnnnnnit, brwwwwnnnnnrrt. And I know I should put it out of it's misery but suddenly it turns to me while aiming down the sights of my Lord of Wolves. And for some reason I hesitate, but it floats up to me and kinda nudges me. Maybe it's the color of my armor or it recognized the Lord of wolves and it thinks I'm a fallen captain or something. But I feel sorry for it, I can't help it I'm exo, you humans programmed me with emotions. So I take pity on it, which is -blam!-ed up, I'm a titan and I should end this thing but it just nudges me again: brrrrrt, yrrrrunnnnt It says(?) I mean I don't speak servitor, so I don't understand. I sling the LoW so I can inspect it closer, sure enough a gaping whole on its under side. However, I can tell it wasn't a guardian weaponry that caused the damage, it's hive weaponry. Damn hive. Now I'm angry. I find some scrap metal and perform some field triage on the thing, brrrrrrnttt It keens. I know how to field repair my armor so I just apply those same techniques. It seems to understand and let's me work. Yrrrntttt? Mmmmhmmmmm, I reply. Great now I'm talking to it. I finish the patch and step back to admire my work when a vandal sniper round whizzes past my head, in one motion I un-sling my scout rifle and take aim but before I can squeeze the trigger my lost servitor friend has teleported to point blank range to the vandal and vaporizes him with it's eyebeam void cannon. BRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNTT! BRRRRRRNTTT! Firing over and over again where the vandal was. HEY! I yell at it while waving. It's dead, you got it. It stops and turns to me then looks down and the scorched earth where the vandal was standing then back to me. brrrt? Yeah, buddy you got him. In an instant it teleported back to my side. brrrt? bnnnnnrrt? It seems pleased with itself. It looks at me with that purplish eye like a lost puppy. Brrrt! Yyuunnrnt! Go on now, go back to your house. I start to walk away to finish my patrol when I feel it nudge me in the back. brrt? No, come on now. You need to go find your house. It just floats there. Great. I think I just adopted a servitor. I call out my ghost for my sparrow. Ghost looks at me then the servitor then back again. Don't even ask. Just call my sparrow. Ghost keeps quiet and calls for my sparrow. I hop on and before I can speed away the servitor is at my side again. Brrttttttt, Bbbrrnnt! It's looking up at the sky. Great a warsat is falling. Fine, but you better make yourself useful. I gun the throttle and my spherical friend is right there with me. Brrrrnnnnnnnt? Yup. We gotta defend that. EDIT: Wow, thanks for the positive responses! I've got a few idea how to continue the story. Are we really starved that badly for lore and backstories?