We are Forerunners. Guardians of all that exists. The roots of the Galaxy have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is life, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil. Our strength is a luminous sun, towards which all intelligence blossoms... And the impervious shelter beneath which it has prospered.
If you look really closely, you can see me- #4508- lurking very far away there in the background. I'm the one in the Promethean Warrior-Servant outfit wielding a lightrifle and a hardlight blade. (I'm a big fan of the former- great for both medium-range engagements and long-range sniping. The latter, maybe not so much, but then I prefer cudgels to blades, personally.) And yet the people over at File770 still don't understand who we are and what we are all about. I mean, it really isn't that hard to figure out.