I died. I do not know exactly how, or when, just that I did.
But then I came back. Recast in Light by a Traveler's Ghost. At the time I didn't know anything, what had happened, where I was. The only hint of my identity was a faded security badge and a sidearm that had sat beside my corpse for centuries.
Apparently my name was Nicole, and I had awoken in a partially flooded metro tunnel in the ruins of Seattle.
The small machine that floated beside me didn't have much to say on who I use to be, just what I had become.
I was a Guardian.
Supposedly, a Guardian was a warrior of the Light. Reborn to defend humanity, and the Traveler, from the minions of the Darkness.
The story we're told upon arrival to the 'Last City' is pretty cut and dry. Centuries ago, the Traveler arrived and pushed Humanity into an age of technological innovation that they call the Golden Age. But then the Darkness came and knocked us down. That the Fallen, or Eliksni as they call themselves, along with the Hive, Vex, and Cabal, are all filled with Darkness like we are with the Light.
It's a story meant to give Guardians that don't remember anything, something to fight for.
The average time for a new Guardian to reach the Tower is somewhere around twenty-six hours, and as soon as they get there they're given that speech, some armor, and a gun, then thrown back out into the field so they can 'see' that the Tower was absolutely right.
At the time, what many don't realize is that the enemy they're sent out against is probably conditioned to shoot Guardians on sight, since we do the same. A never-ending loop that will get us nowhere if peace is ever to happen. Of course, that's just with the Eliksni, the Tower is sort of right about the Hive and Cabal.
I don't blame the Vanguard, they were guardians themselves in the past, and have experienced plenty of things to the contrary. The Eliksni are not interested in peace either, but being open to the idea would help.
So about that average time to the Tower, that wasn't how my trip went. I had to cross what was left of North America until I found a ship capable of making it to the Tower. And it wasn't a fancy Jumpship either, it was an old, fat, commercial shuttle just inside the Manhattan Nuclear Zone.
I had only been at the Tower for two weeks when I met the Exo named Brutus… That fucking Robot…