UserWiki:Arcmind-1

"And you say he gave you a "friendly" tour of the place? He did not seem ill-mannered, in any way? Hmm, that doesn't sound like him. Though he is friendly around that weird little Ghost and the foul-mouthed Colossus, he is not exactly what I would call a courteous Guardian. Perhaps I should have a talk with him anyway..."

- Commander Zavala

Hello Guardian, welcome to the Archives! Allow me to introduce myself, I am an Exo - obviously. A Titan to be specific (Yes I like punching things too, but it's the Hammer of Sol that really convinced me to train as a Titan). Though I cannot recall my real name or most of my past before the crash of my ship a while back, and having no Ghost to resurrect me should I attempt the arcane methods of the Thanatonauts, most of my fellow Guardians have taken to calling me Arcmind. Yes, it is a strange name indeed, but perhaps being one of the Vanguard's chief intelligence sources on the Vex has certain...connotations that come along with it. However I would make one thing clear, though I do posses an inherent fascination with the Vex and their mysteries, my allegiance is to the Traveler and the Light alone, and I will not be swayed from that path. That means don't try and mention me and Osiris in the same sentence, and don't ever try to imply that I am out of whack, because the last Guardian that did...well, I am not going to say and instead I'll take that stunned face as meaning you get my point. I will say this however; as long as you keep your mouth where your Ghost is, we should get along fine. Now, I have to get back to analyzing this Vex data, so why don't you go over there and tell Commander Zavala that I did as he requested and gave you a "friendly" tour of the place okay? See, we are starting to get along fine already, now scram!

= Compendium of the Crux Monith = "We all have creators. This truth is undeniable. Some call it the engine of evolution, others a [g]od. The choice all of us must make is whether or not to accept this truth."

- Fifth Permutation of the Crux Monith

= OS-I =

OS-I 1
1:1 — Precursors

A distant galaxy. Hundreds of star systems stretch across the darkness like a giant tapestry, woven from the Harsh light of unfamiliar and distant suns. One such system hosts a sophisticated starfaring civilization spanning all of the twelve planets orbiting a binary star - they are precursors of the distant past. They are the Primeval.

OS-I 2
1:2 — fall of the Primeval

Behold the great divide, the battle lines of a cosmic war. The Sivian invaded this star system attempting to conquer the Primeval. But as their armada arrived, the Primeval Perimeter militias confronted the Sivian vanguard and stalled their advance for many cycles. The Sivian fell into deadlock. In response, they began to blight the Primeval worlds with poisons and corruptions. They stained black with death. And the Primeval wailed in grief. Their civilization ravaged, the Primeval would survive by turning to new bodies in the form of machines called the Cognitive.

OS-I 3
1:3 — Primeval Cognitive

After their transition to machine forms, the Primeval manifested warrior units called Praetorians. They fought the Sivian with algorithms and computations - adapting and improving and mapping behavioral responses. Soon they had built a victory condition for every possible end state of the war.

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Distant Past

 * The Primeval evolve on a rocky planet in an unknown star system and eventually build an advanced starfaring civilization that spans all of the twelve planets orbiting a binary star.
 * The Primeval prosper until an insidious virus ravages their civilization in spite of various efforts to contain the virulent outbreaks.
 * The Great Amputation - The Primeval attempt to cauterize their species by using massive devices known as Solar Confluxes to smolder blighted worlds. 
 * Faced with extinction at the hands of an uncontrollable plague, the Primeval survive by turning to robotic bodies in the form of the Primeval Cognitive.
 * Eventually, the Primeval cognitive arrive in the Solar System and exterminate its native species before claiming their worlds for experimentation.
 * At some point, a cataclysmic storm sweeps through the Solar System, devastating its worlds and ripping away their atmospheres and oceans, forcing the Primeval cognitive to seek out other worlds. After the exodus of their ancient creators, the Praetorians lay dormant within the planet Mars - waiting to be revived, ensuring they will continue to thrive until the Primeval once again control the Solar System.

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