Sent by the council to Eden Prime
to recover a prothean beacon
Ancient knowledge of an advanced race
that suffered unknown fate
All they have left us are the beacons
testimony of their technological dominion
The only thing they left to warn us
besides the Citadel
Reapers, a lifeform made of metal & flesh
are the solution for the organic chaos
The only thing there will remain
when an entire organic race is dead
The Citadel, fortress of life
is the back door to organic demise
A sudden attack of a superior device
begins a war against an enemy we despise
All life in the galaxy must unite
to build the Crucible in order to fight
The Earth is the battlefield
our last hope is activated but...
