Lord Saladin greets you with grim news: the Lucent Hive are mobilizing.
Intel pulled from the mind of the Hive has revealed a hazy vision of a stockpile of Light in the Cosmodrome, stolen from dead Guardians. Saladin will not allow such blasphemy to go unpunished.
"I need you down there," he says. "Find the Hive responsible, crush its spirit, tear it from the Light, and drag it back here."
"Then we will lay its evil secrets bare."