ProjectXA3

It had been months since the Tower had fallen and the City had been retaken. The Guardian scrabbled through the wreckage, digging, burrowing, searching, hoping against hope. He fractured a segment of stone, revealing a flickering blue and orange glow. Was it-? Could it be-? It was! A heavily damaged Vault terminal, still somehow connected to enough power to maintain a tenuous connection to the digital and physical personal gear holds farther down inside what was once the shining beacon of the Last City's heroes. His Ghost put their identification into the system while the Guardian did his best to enlarge the area around the half-wrecked te

It had been months since the Tower had fallen and the City had been retaken. The Guardian scrabbled through the wreckage, digging, burrowing, searching, hoping against hope. He fractured a segment of stone, revealing a flickering blue and orange glow. Was it-? Could it be-? It was! A heavily damaged Vault terminal, still somehow connected to enough power to maintain a tenuous connection to the digital and physical personal gear holds farther down inside what was once the shining beacon of the Last City's heroes. His Ghost put their identification into the system while the Guardian did his best to enlarge the area around the half-wrecked te