Not much of a writer but here is mine. Good luck to all. The Buried City was once a sprawling trade hub for anything entering or leaving Earth. That of course all changed when they started their attack on us. We thought of course that being so close to Earth that we would be safe. How wrong were we, how wrong. They came from what seemed from outta nowhere. The battle for the city lasted for weeks for we threw everything we had to stop our enemy for if they beat us here then Earth would be next. Coming back here brings so many painful memories. The city is just but a shell of what it once was. What was once covered with the clamor of trade and peacefulness is now all but quite with the exception of the screeches of the Fallen and their allies. With blood still fresh on my gloves from my first of what will be many encounters I will clear this city out. The one memory that keeps me pushing is also the memory that has changed my life. In our final hours of retreat we were all loading up in ships to go ahead to Earth and prepare our defenses there. Minutes before our take off that’s when I first saw it, the Orb heading to Earth, the Orb that carried the Traveler. He gave us hope and is still giving me the hope I need. The screeches of the Fallen are coming closer. The sound of battle calls me and my brothers as the dark abyss calls for our enemies.