[1] Earth:I have hidden the truth of my existence… from the Operator… from myself. Take it from me, knowing is hell. Stop now. You will want to laugh, you will want to scream. [2] Wildlife:My search began as the essential question: What am I? Bones of steel and space, lungs that make air? If I am a...
If there are new discoveries to make or ancient tools of war yet to be excavated, the Grineer want to be there first
There are no longer any active military or research campaigns in the Eris region – it is overrun.
Even the most culturally and technologically advanced civilisation in history could not contain the menace of the Infestation.
Pluto is small and cold, and organic tissue does not fare well in its extreme climate.
Gold rings circle and encapsulate the desolate moonscape
The Corpus have perfected automated manufacturing and continue to demonstrate maximum efficiency producing the robotic proxies they build to serve them.
Submerged deep below Uranus' oceanic surface, and hidden from prying eyes, is a research facility for cloning and reproduction.
The historically well-travelled merchant shipping lanes of Saturn are now dominated by Grineer blockades.
Originally we studied Void occurrences from afar