The Traveler is sick. Darkness is encroaching on all areas of the Earth. We celebrate each day the Tower is left standing. We barely have enough ships to sustain interplanetary travel. Humanity itself is on the brink of extinction. Given the gravity of the situation, I don't give a rat's ass about what color my chest piece is or how fashionable I look while taking a stroll in Meridian Bay. Pick up a weapon, get your priorities in order, and go slay the Darkness. Do...your...job Guardian.