"Our grief could not be hidden,
many of the Tenno watched as our fallen brothers and sisters flowed down the water ways into deep space.
The relay laid in ruin, Grineer littered the floors. They had found the Larunda Relay.
It was a surprise attack, killing those who left their space craft to enter the relay.
Hordes of them entered the relay,
they slaughtered the closest severely wounded the ones farther away,
then killed them.
Excalibur's, Rhino's Mirage's, Volt's and more fell faster then we could count.
We rallied by the council as they lead us.
But even then we suffered,
many fell during the onslaught of the battle.
So few of us survived the battle.
We had become such a powerful force since the first Excalibur awoken.
Then the Grineer ripped it away from us.
Many of our friends, lovers and more now flowed down a river to the emptiness of space....
How could such a force end such friendship? such love?
Many who had been together before but suffered death laid together those who were left were on the knees wishing for their own to return to them.
But it could never happen.
Is this what we are? Tenno; A dying race that suffered even more by the armies of the Grineer empire,
Experimented on and ripped open by profit hungry Corpus and terrorized by the Orokin?
A force we barely understood?
No,
what we are,
are Tenno warriors of the old.
Who must breath life into a new.
This is what you are."?

Poem Written By: ClayAlmightyGaming https://www.youtube.com/user/lincolnspaur