Each step falls heavy in the snow. Bone-weary, wounded you stagger thru dense forest. It's been nearly a week since your fireteam was ambushed. The assault came without warning, and the ghosts were the first to go. The enemy knew what they were doing. WHATS THAT THRU THE FOG!? You can hear the chittering of the enemy's alien tongue nearby! Desperate for escape, you lunge forward. Blood-stained hands grasp at every tree. The shouts are louder now... a wire rifle narrowly misses you! As move for cover you feel your feet move from under you. Rocket fire hurls you into a ditch. Too exhausted to stand, you barely manage rolling over to look up. The night sky flashes with light as a firefight reaches a violent crescendo. As quickly as it started, the night sky grows dark once again. All that remains is the sound of footsteps moving toward you. Heart racing, you rise to your feet, ready to fight. Just then, a hand reaches thru the dark to pull you up. WELCOME TO THE 907 GUARDIAN, you're safe.