*Third person POV* *5 years ago*
A high-tech drop ship flew over the seas, leaving no trail in is wake. Not even a puff of smoke or steam. It travelled silently, like it had ion engines like something out of a sci fi film. It also travelled at impeccable speeds. Within about half an hour, the ship flew from the secret hanger in Ourannos all the way to Tyrador. A trip that would usually take about 3 to 4 hours by a commercial plane.
Inside the dropship, a squadron of men and women dressed in a peculiar armour and uniform were seated. They chatted solemnly, going over details of the mission that were about to take place. For context, they were about to enter a country that has self imploded due to radical extremist with extremely dangerous weaponry. The Wraith Corps involvement has not been known to any of them at this point in time.
