I am a Guardian of The City, the last remaining stronghold for humanity. I am tasked with the responsibility of keeping the lives that reside inside our walls safe. My ship the Olympian Eagle a lustrous black craft as dark as the space backdrop she gracefully dances through, departs the Tower in a thundering eruption of rockets. We are thrust out of the atmosphere and plunged into the dark void, as I take a last gaze upon Earth my eyes wander to the Traveler, the unmistakable source of the Guardians power. My destination is Mars a planet once inhabited by humans for an unknown purpose. Intel places and incursion of Cabal, setting up shop in an old forgotten station preparing for a raid on our City. I near Mars as I grab my gear the dark armor I dawn with encrusted ebony tribal wings upon its torso. My armaments and equipment reviewed, I disembark the Olympian Eagle. I swiftly make for the city, ensuring not to alert the Cabal wardens, as I near the city a sharp crackle is heard over my radio. There is Guardians ahead, two of them and they are in distress. Entrenched inside a derelict city center, the sand swamping the old station in the middle where my fellow Guardians reside. They are being punished with vast amounts of fire in front of the building, Cabal give no quarter to let them return fire. They are pushed up the staircases of the entrance, as the Cabal take for them to pursue the two Guardians. I take up position to fire, rounds bark out of my gun, shells silently caress the ground, the Cabal fall. I recede back where I came from, the darkness never to see the Guardians again, silently keeping guard.