Guardian. You do not know me, nor do I know you. But, if the fates permit, I should like to change that.
I am called Frei Vel'ryata. Kell of House Vega. I am Eliksni Captain. We should be enemies, so why do I talk?
I suppose it is because, when one looks at the "big picture", as your kind say, we are not very different.
Our story is one of loss. Loss of what you now have. Loss of Light. That is why we are Fallen, yes? We squandered it, and when the Dark came, lost it altogether. You gained it, though through no action of your own. We wrongly assumed you stole it.
You see, my House follows simple rule: If you fail to defend possessions, then you have no right to have it. My ancestors failed to defend Light when it was given, so they lost it. Plain and simple, yes?
Eliksni are an envious people, yes? When Light was lost, we became jealous. Covetous. If Light could not be ours, then it would be no-ones. So we are here now, fighting you for what we believe was ours, dying in legions to steal something unreclaimable through violence. Steal your Light that is rightfully yours.
It is rightfully yours because you seek to defend it. And defend it, you have, yes? Vex mind, Atheon. Despite original loss, returning to the Vault resulted in a lasting victory over a being that controlled Time itself. Crota. Hive prince. Thousands of Guardians killed. You braved the Abyss, walked right into his realm. Broke down the door. Seized his sword from his hands and killed death incarnate. Skolas, traitor Kell. Was there ever a less equal enemy of the Light vanquished? And now, Oryx. Immortal king of the Hive. Blessed with foul Taking power. Their god now lies dead, destroyed by a mere six Guardians, sent careening into Saturn. And, after observing these things, I have come to the only logical conclusion: In Light, there is power unending.
Eliksni have long respected Dark; stealing from it results only in death and misery. Light holds treasures untold, able to be plundered. Only logical to steal from that which holds rewards, yes? But I have seen Light utterly destroy even the blackest Dark, again and again. Titans throw themselves to the ground, destruction total. Warlocks raise themselves from the dead, engulfed in all-consuming flame. Hunters fire ethereal harpoons that trap all near in a vortex of pain.
Power of the individual, control over one's fate. Salvation from unending struggle. Light offers these things. I wish not to be hopeless in Dark any longer. Perhaps an alliance between City and House Vega will bring Eliksni one step closer to peace. I tell you this with much hope in my heart, hope that very few of my race have. Hope for a brighter future. One that sees Eliksni, human, Awoken and Exo on battlefield, back to back, fighting together, Fallen ascended to Light once more.
With this message, I formally declare House Vega friend of the City, whether City sees us as friend or not. Guardians will have safe passage through our territory, and access to weaponry, if they wish. Whether you see this as deception or truth, your choice. I know where my heart and House stands.
Please choose wisely.