Hello. My name is Nolan. I am a Ghost. In its last effort, the Traveller made the Ghosts. Thousands. Hundreds of thousands. Maybe even millions. No one really knows how many were created. We dispersed after the Collapse in the hopes of finding extraordinary individuals who could wield the Traveller's light as a weapon against the Darkness on the day it would return. I searched everywhere for my chosen wielder, my Guardian. Little did I know my guardian was a child, a child born aboard a ship fleeing the destruction of Earth at the same moment I was given life by the Traveller. I searched for decades. My Guardian is an Awoken Huntress. When I found her, adrift in Earth's orbit, I was skeptical. She bore markings I did not recognize and claimed she was not from Earth. But I am getting ahead of myself. That bit will come later. As I record this, it is several hundred years later. We've avenged the dead. The thousands of Guardians slain at the hand of Crota can now rest in peace as the dread Prince is dead. I fear what repercussions our actions will bring. Out of my growing unease I have decided that, should we fall, a record should be made. A record of this Huntress and her companions. A nightmare is coming. A nightmare that threatens all we have fought so hard to preserve. Should any come after us, should Humanity be driven to extinction, I will ensure there is proof we did not go quietly into the night. That through the bravery of a very select few, we stood up to our doom and fought back."Hey Nolan! C'mere! We need to commemorate this occasion! Okay, Merik, you grab the sword and look heroi-…look you bastard, don't you back sass me. Just take the fucking sword and pose! Thank you. Now was that so damn hard? Now hold that pose. Atlas, help me up on your shoulders. Good. Now give a thumbs up. You ready Nolan? Everyone say 'Fuck Yeah!'"
She looks so happy. It wasn't always that way. She was very different when we met. The Exo looks, well, as goofy as ever. He hasn't changed much. The Human's scowl is just a mask I think. He really does enjoy the company of the Exo Warlock and the Awoken girl otherwise he would have left long ago like so many others. With these two she seems at peace. The Human really does look heroic. He looks like the conquering knights of old. The Exo, doing the best he can to hold the Awoken and look victorious. And then the Awoken, her fist raised as high as it will go into the air in triumph. This will be the image I will ensure those who come later will know. They will read of these three and read of their blood, sweat, tears, betrayal, tragedy, defeat but they will also read of their life, happiness, determination, laughter, love but most of all…victory. They will read of this motley crew of Guardians who sacrificed so much for the good of those who will never truly know what it means to be Legend. This is the story of an exiled Awoken princess, an Exo lacking in some common sense and the Human who was cursed with their company. This is the story of Fireteam Shepard.