Beforehand, I would like to mention that this was very difficult for me to write. It took me nearly 5 hours to write, edit, and revise it all. With that in mind, this is my anecdote.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All that was left was a scarred wasteland. There were few signs of past civilization; condemned buildings, ancient tech... they were all reminders of what had happened here so long ago. In a past generation, this outpost belonged to my people. We were proud folk. We strayed ourselves from the path of violence and greed, so that people across the universe may prosper. We knew nothing of that way of life, until war was brought down upon us. We never expected anything like it to happen. We had no weaponry or protection. My people were completely defenseless, and our numbers fell quickly. Not long after the initial attack, our chieftain was murdered. There were few sole survivors after the attack. Those that remained, that survived the onslaught, came together as one. We banded together, and I led them. We were all that remained, and I was their captain. Back then, I made my men a promise. I swore to them, that one day, we would seek vengeance on those that sought to destroy us. I told them that we would take the power from those that stole our homeland. That one day, we would rise to power, and take back what was once ours. Thirty years have passed, and our cause is stronger then ever. If we remember what had once happened, then we will be able to conquer any foe. We, the Fallen, have risen to power once more, and we shall eliminate the Guardians of Destiny!