Our mission to Sangheilios was rather traitorous. Many miles past the city of Vadam we found ourselves viewing a deserted city. Unnamed, unmapped. It was from our own wars.

The watch tower glistened in our dusty sky as the sun shined upon it. I saw no devastation, only the watchtower looked damaged, the city was clean, pure, and untouched. I remember venturing to this tower with Kragith. I checked my holopad... Still no transmissions coming from the city, were my people at war? 

The ground began to shake below us, the sky was darkened by a giant metal object, it was forerunner. I heard screaming coming from the city as we neared it, trying to escape. But than, all was silent. Like a void opened above me, everything was gone and I was but in the middle of rubble while Kragith lie near me with a iron girder across his chest. I dug myself out than him out.

Our missions was to recover any forerunner artifacts, we must of triggered a failsafe, but how... how could we? 

ZOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!! (Banshees flying by) 

Startled by what I saw, I carried Kragith to a dugout just below where the towers use to be. Thats when the explosions started. 

I patched Kragith up the best I could. Tough son of a bitch took a beating, I knew he could, but not like this. “We have to fight our way out of this mess and make it...” Bezooommmmm (Portal) “A Portal! MOVE!” Promethians began pouring out all around us. “Engage the enemy!” I shouted. 

I notified my AI Rhal to bring the shuttle us as soon as possible. I don't think I have ever had such a tight extraction to my ship before. We had to depart. I began watching my planet burn the wake of the promethium soldiers.

Bastards, some would say this to be ironic, my peoples past coming back to haunt us for what my kind did to humanity. I grew loyal to ONI, they saved me when they could have killed me, they gave me the chance to make amends and prove my worth. They gave me him. I felt his arms around my waist... And I embraced him. Closing the bay door to the cargo port Rhal set the ship for departure. Slip space is rather subtle...