Sho had lost everything in the collapse, his friends and his family died in their own ways and even he never made it through.
He was 21 when the collapse was triggered, he watched the news as thousands of massive unknown warships shot down colony vessels straight out of launching from their towers. Billions died in the first 24 hours and even more were slaughtered within the next week. Civilizations on Mars, Io and Venus were abruptly taken aback as the warships disappeared in Humanities final hours, as if pushed back by an overwhelming and distinct force.
We know this force by name now, as the Traveler.
In the event of their near extinction, the Traveler saved the galaxy from total and seemingly unavoidable destruction. This force, before shutting down almost entirely, sent out Ghosts to revive strong warriors and soldiers to keep Humans safe. It blessed them with the power to shape gravity and matter to their will and to fight back against their oppressors.
These enemies, however, were bizarre and and profane creatures of darkness that fed on fear and chaos.
Zombie like creatures that fed on worms known as the Hive. Bipedal, four armed humanoids that worshipped technology known as the Fallen. The large massing creatures that breathed and lived for war and destruction known as the Cabal. Finally, the bronze and silver robots that travelled through time and bent space known as the Vex.
These beasts are all enemies of the Guardians and the Traveller, foes who would love nothing more than to tear our cities down to their roots and hunt down every Human until their was nothing left for us to stand our ground on.
However, the bearing truly weighs down on the guardians that protect and sacrifice themselves for Humanity. The curse of the undead warriors as they struggle through to take down legendary Demons and monstrous Demigods. Failure could mean destruction for all they protect and hold dear.
Sho never stood a chance.
He failed to protect everyone, his family died on an evacuation shuttle that was headed out to Phobos. His friends never made it past Earth and the rest of them died in the space between two galaxies. He could still remember their screams, especially his sister. Nothing made sense to him anymore. His past became blurred as if becoming one with the light blanked his mind and stole his future. Sometimes, he wish his ghost never found him. Wishing that he would have just been left to rot with all the other skeletons in Old russia.
Come Sho...weary wanderer
The voice echoes out to him every night, offering him savory wishes of the darkness and giving him a chance to reconcile with the voices of long past. He never remembered what it was like to be human, to not have this burden of seeming defeat that weighed upon his shoulders with every passing day.
As the light in him flickered, he could feel the loneliness of his life grow more and more.
Come Sho...Taste the darkness