A/N: Spur of the moment addition to those who were a little hungry for more information.
You can skip the prologue as always, and go straight to chapter one.
"What's the status of our preparations?" A dark voice asked. It was deep, and carried the experience of many seasons over the hoarseness of it's voice. But, if there was one characteristic that seemed to linger in the air, it was the calmness of the voice.
"Sir, all preperations are complete. The void-barriers are in place, mobile anti-gen's are in working order, and our troops are eager sir."
A grunt of approval was heard, before he waved the soldier off. He raised his shield, and proceeded to hit it with a clenched fist producing a "clang" noise. While the soldier wandered off, the menacing figure stood up unsteadily, the excitement almost overwhelming him.
"I've waited a long time for this." He took a few careful steps from where he sat, to the edge of the tent he had been sitting in. A horse was awaiting nearby his tent, it eagerly kicked at the ground when it saw him. His warhorse knew what this meant.
The veil was slowly relinquished as the man gave the order. A large field that encompassed the area slowly dissipated. It served but one purpose, and that purpose was to cloak the encampment. The encampment that housed over thousands of elite trained soldiers were who had months of planning for this very day.
The veil finally gave away, and the soldiers that were clad in an insignia that was unknown charged towards the Institute of War.