Ghost: This forest again... well, I can\'t say our last visit wasn\'t memorable. let\'s see what we can find.

Ghost: Wha! Um. Knock knock?

Ghost: Gotta love the ambiance... Hey! Do you see that? Over there. The light.

Zavala: You a Guardian of the Last City. You are the Hope for humanity. Some doctrines argue that the role of a Titan is to stand in defense of the City. The Strikers see a crackling offense as the best defense. Strikers throw their bodies at incoming fire so others won\'t have to. It\'s also the most direct line to a target. Because, you see, when a Striker turns her entire body into a projectile, no one is truly safe. And at close quarters, a fist is better than any gun.

Zavala: As a Titan, you lead the charge. You are the first into the fray. The body is made from tiny stuff, from near nothings. From atoms swimming through a blood of crackling sparks. Simple, eternal laws shape the universe. The largest galaxy is ruled by principles of mass and motion. Electrons are slaves to charge and to chance. And this is why the universe feels inexhaustible, eternal. The Light allows us to master charge and chance. Wielding Arc energy in their fists, Strikers become the roar of thunder, the crash of lightning.

Zavala: Some of the greatest Titans have defined the charge. Lord Shaxx, Saint-14, Wei Ning.

(Wei Ning): When my Ghost found me-- when I was reborn as a Titan-- she found me in a desert. I had died far from civilization, far from anything I could have possibly used to defend myself. I had the armor she made me, flimsy as it was and a thousand miles to walk to get to what she said was my new home. Of course, we rant into problems.

Ghost: Heads up, Fallen.

Ghost: I think these Light projections might be lessons.

(Wei Ning): Bandits, first, with guns scavenged from who knows where. My second death was terrifying. But I got back up, and the night sky sparkled overhead, and the man that killed me stared aghast, and I laughed. Immortal! Me! I could do anything! So I threw myself at him. If my body couldn\'t be broken, then that was my greatest weapon, greater than any gun that could jam or knife that could dull. Each punch and charge and kick would only sharpen my skills. I taught the Strikers this truth. The fastest and surest way to a Guardian\'s victory is to rush headlong into that danger. Be unafraid. You are the lightning and the thunder after after it.

Zavala: With Strikers at the fore, the Red Legion cannot hope to stand against us. We are the Titans of the Last City. We are Strikers. And we will not be stopped.

------: I hear the roar before I see him, but when I look up. I can make out a blue burst against the skyline. When he falls he brings the sky with him. He scatters me and my squad to the wind. Leaves us dead as the moment our Ghost found us. They bring us back, and he helps us up then he says one thing. He said, \"Tell me what you\'ve learned.\"

Ghost: A shard of the Traveler, but we are not alone.

Ghost: This shard called us here. I\'m sure of it.

Ghost: The Shard gave us a gift. Let\'s use it.

Ghost: I\'m picking up Fallen radio chatter. They\'re calling reinforcements!

Ghost: Incredible. If that was a test, I think we aced it.

Ghost: I\'m sure the Traveler called us to the forest deliberately. It\'s amazing that even a corrupted Shard can still do so much good.

108 - D2 Update: Titans