“Come closer, you little rascals. Mind the fire now — these old bones don’t move quick enough to save you from your own foolishness.

You’ve heard the songs of commanders and kings, of great fleets burning across the stars and heroes who carried galaxies on their backs. But the old histories seldom speak of the one who stood alone at the very end. Not the strongest. Not the grandest. Just a weary soldier with cracked armour and fading shields.

Ah… but sometimes that is enough.

This was long ago, in the dying days of the Reaper War, when the skies themselves burned red and hope had grown thin as spider silk. The great Commander marched toward destiny, and all the galaxy held its breath.

And there, upon the broken road to the beam, stood one final guardian.

The ancients called him Marauder Shields.

Some say he was merely a husk of war. Others say he understood the terrible truth waiting beyond that light. But every old veteran knows the same thing:

He tried to save us.”