When my Ghost brought me back from the clutches of death, i had very few belongings on my person. Among the lint and ash lining my pockets, there was one item that immediately brought my synapses surging back like a crackling arc blade... a tiny heart shaped locket, and inside, a faded picture of a little girl... "I am a product of mankind. A weapon. My sole purpose to ensure humanity's safety, and take his place on the battlefield, so that he, in all his splendor, may perish no more." This is my prime directive. I'd like to believe at some point, my kind were seen as friends or loyal companions to humans, but my memory fails me. I would like to think we served as more than hollow machines carrying out the will of our creators, and yet... my memory fails me. As I desperately struggle to piece together my own mind, grasping for some glimpse of my past, all I see is a single phrase, burnt into my optics: "Memory Core Failure." It flashes crimson red, relentlessly reminding me of my complete inability to process the situation. I am alive... By some miracle my systems have been brought back online, and the last thing I remember, is a little girl. Her name was Angela. The images ebb and flow like the tides of Venus, but my memory of her becomes more clear with each passing second, as if my Cortex were screaming at me to piece it together. She was of great importance to me...The offspring of my Constructor perhaps? Was it my duty to protect her? This tiny, innocent being had something to do with my past. I have so many questions and no notion of where to begin... And so I have kept the locket. A constant reminder of the purpose I once served, and may one day serve again. If what The Speaker says is truth, I have only one option: Vanquish The Darkness so that all may walk in the light of The Traveler, and that I may someday, be united with Angela, and unlock the secrets of my past.