My name is Alfred Damus. North America, sector 7 I'm writing this documentary so that the next generation can know how we became so much more then we ever dreamed. It's been 50 years since the traveler arrived and being a part of the Traveler Research Commitee I have taken part in the most indescribable achievement mankind has ever performed. By harnessing the light given from The Traveler I haven't aged at all since it's coming, and through what the speaker has tought us we have created new technologies unlike any the world has seen. Maybe we can finally unite the planet in peace and prosperity.- 100 years of golden age has passed and now we find ourselves on the edge of our seats with excitement! We managed to terraform mercury and Venus to house our ever growing race and to provide us with even more resources and don't even get me started on mars! We have cities that touch the skies! To be able to say that I was a part of this all is something I could never have even imagined!!- 200 years have passed now and yet again we find ourselves giddy with anticipation! We made contact with a distant alien brethren. They call themselves the awoken and their beauty. Oh they're almost angelic. Imagine the stories of elves or angels and then maybe you could picture a fraction of their presence. But they did not come without a warning. They let us know that our golden age could not last forever and to be prepared for an incoming threat. I'm not afraid. But I wonder what it could be...- It's been 83 years since my last entry. They came fast. We call them the fallen. Their ships flew in through portals and started destroying homes all over the world. They're smart. They use tactics and take us out before setting up bases guarded by massive walkers. Cultists are starting to spru up. People raving about war. War. WAR! Is this what we were reduced to? No. I won't let this be. I've been working with the travelers technology for so many years. I can definitely build war machines to fight the fallen. But is it right? In order to build a machine that can think I need to use a human as my building block. Is it right to turn people into machines? No. I don't have time to think about ethics if we want to live it has to be done. I'll use the cultists. It's what they want anyway. I'll call them... The EXOs We've been fighting for 3 years longer I cannot deny this any more. We've got a foothold in France but I fear this could be the end of my humanity. If I am to live any longer I must die. I must make myself an EXO... Data entry 46LXB12 January, 2XX1 Today I took my first steps out of FWC secret headquarters. I feel funny... So cold... But. Powerful. I feel like I can fight for days and I'll never get tired again. But... I can't... Remember.... Why am I fighting? September, 2XX3 The new monarchy established themselves full fledged. They say they want to fight the fallen off of our planet. I say I will join that fight. No matter the cost. No matter how many times they try to shoot me I will not bleed. No matter how many times they come back they can't push us back further! December, 2XX3 We're pushed back to old Russia... Is this it? Did I lose everyone for nothing? I thought I could make a difference. The traveler showed us dreams. But oh how they seem like dreams now... We gave the hive the moon to try to keep them satisfied... The vex took Venus and the cabal mars. How much more can mankind handle? Even the awoken have turned their backs on us out in the reef. We can't stay here... The traveler can't protect us any longer. March, 2XX4 Dead orbit is almost done gathering supplies. They're our only hope why doesn't anyone else see that?! The FWC will get is all killed with their blood lust and those pathetic mongrels from new monarchy are so afraid they can't even let go of this dying husk for their own survival. Yes. Dead orbit... The only way I can stay alive is with them. I have to help them get past the reef. For the sake of humanity we have to find someplace to rebuild. To repopulate. We have to escape. I may have shed my mortal flesh. But I have not shed my mortal mind. And I was built to live! February, 2XX5 So here we are. Trapped within the cosmodrome with fallen all around us. This was supposed to be a routine clean up. But little did we know that the hive would be waiting for us too. You know. It's a funny feeling knowing you're going to die. I can hear the dropships coming in now... I won't go down easy... I swear it. 7 bullets left.... Wait. I know. I'll use the engine of our jumpship as a bomb. If I have to die... I'm taking them with me! ... "Hello guardian. I've been looking all over for you. You've been dead for quite some time now. A lot of things have changed."