"Find her! Whatever you have to do, find her!"
The Grand Militia. The most respected organization on the entire planet, the keepers of the peace between Hel and Varoif; Theran's guard, and home to the best and brightest the planet has to offer. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the Grand Militia was a nation of its own.
Themarians are a race of warriors, so it was normal for most of those who have matured to join the Grand Militia to hone and practice their instincts. After all, most of them were not even allowed to travel out of their territory to actually seek or join any sort of war.
They are trained to be fighters in a universe that don't allow them to fight. The Grand Militia offers them to release their frustrations through skirmishes and duty.
And right now, somewhere in the vast and seemingly empty planet of Theran, a platoon was failing their duty.
The individual they were ordered to guard and restrain, suddenly gone.
