PROLOGUE

"My mission?" spoke the reploid in the center of the chamber, armor sparkling like embers in the light shining down. The reploid's superior's eyes were staring, waiting.

"Infiltrate…and destroy." His voice spoke. He was the Reploid Lord. His word was law.

"Mission accepted, my Lord." No hesitation. Those who hesitated were weak, and the weak were not meant to survive. In the world torn in civil war between the reploids called "Mavericks" and "Maverick Hunters" only the strong survived.

"Good. The parameters have been set." His word was law. The reploid slowly walked into the inky blackness of the perimeter of the chamber and exited. His word was all the reploid needed to hear. It was time, and nothing was going to stop this reploid from completing this mission.