Versha Region: Rebellion Headquarters. Year 4022 120th year into the war.

Torrin shrunk in horror at the man in front of him. He was a man with grossly sagging cheeks with several scars on his face. The sight reminded him of a mangy pit bull.

The recruits watched as Captain Raynor stood in front of the course. He flew through the air like a piece of the wind. His enemies were struck down in seconds and before a full minute was up he landed gracefully at the end of the course.