Task Force Tenno

Some have walked these desolate worlds while you have slept. Some like us. We remember what you did. We remember the day.

They appeared at the Terminus, gleaming and victorious. Our cold and gold Emperors, breathless, bathed you in savior's silk. Then came the sound. Across all our worlds, all at once, the ceremonial Naga drums. A royal salute to the honored ones. Ten solemn beats to declare the suffering was over. We watched from a distance, with the rest of the low Guardians. With each beat terror began to crush our throat. They were not stoic and silent.

They were waiting. They were poised. We tried to call out but only a strangled whisper escaped.

When the ninth beat rang a torrent of blood filled the stadium, loosed by their blades. The drums, the Empire, fell silent forever.

Now we hunt, dividing your numbers. Watching from that dark place, cataloging your sins, we are the ghost of retribution. You may forget but you are not innocent.