*NOTE: This story is currently undergoing major rewrites for all chapters. It will be vastly different to the original story, in most ways.

It came from the southern sky. A figure, brought down on fiery wings, that everypony had assumed, at first, had come to reign terrible judgement down upon them. But it was not so, not for the peaceful inhabitants of Equius. The judgement to be passed from his blade would reach the vengeful Grineer, the greedy Corpus, and the furious Infested.

Here is where he stayed, a home away from his home in the Origin system. Here, he made friends with the natives. He met others like him, and lost some. He helped the helpless fight back what could have been their inevitable demise.

He is a Tenno, a warrior of the old ways. Of gun and sword, bullet and blade. He is sworn to protect the Origin System, and uphold the sacred balance of order and chaos.

His name, Xenmas. His gift...the Warframe.

"The essence of battle is not victory or defeat. It is the respect you show your opponents."
~Xenmas