The armored convoy rumbled to life, engines growling as Commander Kael and his squad prepared to leave the city and delve into the unknown plane. Each soldier was clad in protective suits, the dark polymer fabric reinforced with light plating that provided both defense and environmental isolation. Even though they had endured the hellish ecosystem of Imperilment, protocol dictated caution in every new world—alien germs or pathogens could cripple even the most seasoned warriors.
Kael stood at the lead vehicle, his imposing figure cloaked in the same protective gear, but his helmet was unclasped for the moment, allowing his grizzled face to reflect his focus.
"Listen up!" Kael barked, his voice gruff and commanding. "We don't know what's out there, so stick to formation, and keep your weapons ready but *holstered.* We're here to scout, not start a war. I want no mistakes!"
