A chorus of oo-rahs sounded across the deck as Commander Kolby and his battalion prepared to drop. Cocooned within their vacuum-sealed, titanium-plated armor, it was the Sky Marshals that would—as always—take the lead as the Brísingamen, the frigate-class zeppelin and last space-faring vessel of the Unified Nations Security Confederation, opened its deployment bays.

BUT, HEROES HAVE RISEN! Alchemically-enhanced soldiers take to the front lines in their incredible EAGLESTRIKE armor, leading the charge and doing their part against our RELENTLESS ENEMY.

Commander Kolby steadied his breathing. This isn’t a human being, he told himself as he looked Henrik Gläsmann in the eye. This is an enemy. A traitor. A monster. But even after all these years of endless, ever-escalating conflict, executing an unarmed man always seemed like an excessive depravity.