"The idea seemed simple enough; an ever vigilant force that would watch over and protect all living things. The execution of that idea turned out to be much more difficult than we anticipated. There were setbacks….but eventually we Guardians discovered a power hidden within the depths of Oa, the planet at the center of it all. The energy was the gathered willpower of every living being throughout the cosmos."

"We had found a way to harness the raw emerald energy to create weapons in the form of rings to channel the power. The forged rings could only be wielded by the boldest and most willful of beings. We sent them across the galaxy in search of those who could harness the intense power; the power to create solid constructs from thought, a power that was only limited by the will of the user."

"In time, the Corps was born and kept watch over the divided sectors of the known galaxy….but then came the Darkest Night. We had learned of them from those that came before us, but far too late. They came from the dark reaches beyond the galaxy, sweeping through anything in there way. Their numbers darkened the skies of every world they invaded, people started to lose hope in their survival. But in the darkest hour, the Corps burned bright."

"The species of our cycle rallied their armies behind the symbol of the Corps; the emerald beacon. Together the forces of the galaxy and the Corps started to stop the Primeval Ones on several fronts. Proving to be more formidable than the old machines expected the Corps had become victorious in key locations through the war ridden galaxy. Victory seemed assured, but then we were betrayed from within."

"A fellow Guardian had fallen under the influence of the machines. The traitorous Guardian went against his brothers and sisters by going to the Corps' predecessors, the M'an Hunters. They were mechanical enforcers of justice we created before the discovery of the emerald power within Oa. They rebelled and were cast out of the Guardian's good graces for all time. The indoctrinated Guardian had found the M'an Hunters and had them join the Primeval Ones in their war against organics; on the condition they destroy the Corps."

"The Old Machines saw the Corps as a major threat and so relentlessly hunted down each member, completely destroying their rings. The Old Machines infused upgrades into the M'an Hunters, which proved to be too much for the Corps. We had to recall all officers back to Oa for one last stand….but they were too strong…."

"My name is Ganthet, the last surviving member of an ancient immortal race known as the Guardians. I bequeath this message to who ever the ring chooses, in hopes your fate will be different. This is the last emerald power ring remaining, use it well….long live the Corps!"