I will tell you the same thing I told everyone else who doesn't "Feel Legend". The Value of something is determined by the individual who owns it. Bungie cannot give you a story and make you the hero of said story. That story, your legend, is something you must take hold of and shape yourself. That is what Bungie wants. No one but you can give Value to it. No one can craft your legend but you. That said, if you ware looking for a "Man against God Showdown" tale, look somewhere else. The tale told here is that the Darkness is just as badly wounded as the Traveler. It's hurt and doesn't even have a fraction of the power it had at it's height during the collapse. This next part is important and will be on the test. [b]You cannot stand against the Darkness at it's full power.[/b] I will say it again. [b]You cannot stand against the Darkness at it's full power.[/b] The story of Destiny is not to seek out the Darkness and destroy it. It's already wounded enough. The story of Destiny is that of the Guardians doing everything they possibly can to keep the Darkness wounded and unable to recover while trying to heal the Traveler. The balance has shifted in our favor and we want to keep it there. The Darkness is fighting to keep the status quo and regain the edge. If it recovers before the Traveler. We're -blam!-ed. We need to ensure the reverse happens. That the Traveler recovers before the Darkness. While we thrwart the plans of the four races currently occupying Sol, we are thwarting the Darkness's return to power. We are not fighting a God in it's final form. We are fighting a wounded beast and ensuring it does not recover to hunt again. That's the Difference you are making Guardian. To make sure we don't lose the war a second time. Because we won't survive it. [quote]...The only sound at the moment in her ears was the amplified sound of her own breathing contained in her helmet. She wiped uselessly at the visor, trying to clear the coolant soaked clumps of red sand from her vision. Strewn about the two of them lay the useless wrecks of at least three dozen Vex or so of various makes. Bits of Harpies strewn around Goblins and Hobgoblins. Even a Hydra lay beyond her current opponent. The wounded Minotaur was still going strong. Despite appearing to be the same as it's fallen brethren. This one was different. It was tenacious, still standing despite the damage done to it. It's shields offline. But she was empty on all magazines. No time to reload. She loved a challenge. Dropping the empty rifle to the ground she raised her fists and invited the Minotaur to make the first move. With a wailing roar the mechanical creature took the invitation and charged. Bring both it's fist down trying to crush the Titan, she countered. The servos whining as they acted on her command to drive her fists with enough force to drive upward and deflect the hammer blows just enough to ether side. Following up her heavily plated knee drove upward toward the codpiece striking it with enough force to crush any organic male genitalia to a pulp... if it had had any. Settling instead for the complaints of the Minotaur's servos as it stumbled backwards from the impact she raised a foot and kicked it backwards into a sitting position. Grabbing it's shoulders she reared back before slamming her head forward into the head of the Minotaur. The satisfactory skull rattling sensation reverberating through her as the head popped off. Reaching into the neck she stirred her hand around randomly ripping out wires and smashing whatever her hand could reach as the Minotaur screamed in pain, jerking and twitching with each pass of her hand. Finally finding something to her liking, she gripped it and pulled hard. The body fell over and seized. "Steve." She held up the object as her Ghost materialized from her form and began scanning it. "Random Vex Chatter. Nothing intelligible... wait. There's a list of objectives partially encrypted." "Well unencrypt it." "You mean decrypt it." "Steve..." "That would be hard without the encryption key-and done." The woman snorted and shook her head. "Now can you tell me what a sizable force of Vex just happened to be doing wandering around the Wastes without attracting Cabal attention?" The Ghost just blinked at her. "Just answer the question." "They appear to be scouting." "Liar." "Surveying would be a more accurate description." "That's more like it. What for?" "Possible construction sites for more Warp Gates." "How many more?" The Ghost transmatted the Vex Storage drive into it's inventory before turning to face the Titan. "7." The Titan picked up her rifle and started reloading her weapons. "Seven more mass graves coming up then." "Why would they be building so many?" "The area is nearly abandoned and the Cabal haven't attacked once. You ask me this is the perfect location for a staging ground for a massive invasion force. One that they probably calculated the Cabal don't even stand a chance of repelling." "That isn't like the Vex. This area is too far away to mount any sort of invasion." "They've done strange things before. None of them good. I say we nip this in the bud before anything happens regardless. Even if they could repel the Cabal, that's one less target for the other factions and anything that can expect the Cabal from Mars would not be good for the City. They'd siege us out easier." "I'll relay the information to the City and request reinforcements. BEHIND YOU!" Her arm snapped up as she wheeled. The whistling sound bring her attention to the rocket flying her way which she backhanded out of the air to the side where it exploded. The Ghost already vanishing to the safety of her person. "Seems the Cabal were watching the whole time and now want what we found!" The Ghost echoed in her helmet. The Titan turned to face the raiding party. The Shotgun across her shoulders. The Cabal surrounded her aiming their weapons at her. The Titan's hands resting on the shotgun on her shoulders. They bellowed and roared at each other. She watched them try to contain her. With a single hand, she chambered the first round into the weapon with the pump action. That motion caused the Cabal to start unloading their entire store of ammunition on her. Their rounds flying toward her, striking and exploding. This went on for a while until one of the Centurions gave an order and they stopped firing. As the smoke cleared, the Titan grinned unseen under her visor as the sight of her still standing seemed to give the Cabal pause. She started laughing. As the rounds started flying, her legs propelled her forward. Their vocalizations music to her ears. Her mind translating them as panicked screams of someone who had just witnessed something unholy as she tore through this group, adding Cabal blood and guts to Vex coolant and servos. The message being passed? [b]"KILL THE BLUE DEVIL!!!"[/b][/quote] Nobody is going to make you Legend. Legends make themselves. Make yours Guardian. Because no one else is going to.