They speak to her, these walls of old. They testify of humanity’s greatness. And of its defeat. Rust-covered sand has blanketed the once-proud building. Time has not been kind to these ruins on Mars. The rest of her fireteam are several yards ahead of her, scanning the area for any signs of the Cabal. They are at risk here, sifting through the abandoned buildings, but they need to score more loot if they are to get off this forsaken planet. A glimmer of something on the ground catches her eye. She kneels down; her green cape pools around her feet. She reaches underneath the sand and pulls out the shiny object. It is some kind of metal, shaped like an eagle, holding arrows in its talons. Not for the first time, she wonders about her ancestors and their ruinous past. She stands up, clutching the trinket and makes her way back to her teammates. “Do you think it’s worth anything?” The Hunter gives her a sideways glance. “Probably not. But, I want to keep it. For myself.” Her declaration doesn’t surprise either of them. Her curiosity of humanity’s history is no secret. A familiar rumble beyond the dilapidated walls fills the air. The Cabal are there. She knows they have little time to collect the loot before they are discovered. She shoves the metal in her pouch. Then, she reaches around and grabs her rifle, ready to fight. Her teammates mirror her movements as they push forward. She doubts if she’ll ever learn the truth about what happened to her ancestors, but she knows that this time things are different. The Traveler can’t protect them. It is up to her and her fellow Guardians to ensure humanity’s safety. This is their destiny. And she would have it no other way.