SOMEWHERE AMONGST THE RUINS OF TWO DEAD PLANETS
24 GALAXIES AWAY FROM SHEARATH
THE FELLOWSHIP: SEVENTH UNIVERSE BRANCH
The thousand s of altered soldiers walked around the halls of the massive space station, going about carrying out the various orders. The universe was changing, and they were going to be the purveyors of that change, this was what destiny had in store for them. And they were all fully prepared to take any risks necessary to ensure that they fulfill said destiny.
Their minds had already been broken and conditioned, wholly structured to serve the whims of a power and greater good that had no idea about. Humans, vampires, Nephilim even the fully alien races, and within their eyes there was no light. No hope, faith or ambitions, no love, no trace of a personality. They were drones, complete slaves to the power of their masters; there was no saving them, not in this life, or the next.
