The Reapers. A race of sentient, gigantic machines that emerge from dark space to wipe out all life in the galaxy every 50,000 years. But our generation fought back. We amassed the largest space fleet and fought them, for the whole of creation at stake. And it still wasn't enough.
We were out-matched and out-numbered. And my team, known as the Spectres, were all but wiped out.

My name is James. I'm a Spectre. I've crash landed on a planet inhabited by talking ponies. And the Reapers are still coming. This is my Story