[b]The Makings of War[/b] [i]Now[/i] "The salts of the planet, long exalted and buried, now rise as the foundation shakes and cracks, molten lava riding to the surface, killing many who run in terror. Hundreds of Imperial Forces carriers land on the planet, and the synthetic soldiers marching out, killing everyone and anyone visible. The ground shifts, leveling skyscrapers as the air soon fills with smoke from the wilfire running from building to building. I watch the glory, the pure beauty of the chaos unfolding in front of my very eyes. The blood flowing down the shaking and cracking sidewalks, the molten ashes creeping their way out of the planets core. What a most beautiful sight to behold. And the man, the thing, the artist at the center of the chaos was the legend, Raven, who raises his hands in triumph like a runner finishing an ultramarathon or a composer after their most exquisite suite. His black cape billows in the dust kicking up from the skyscrapers falling to the Earth, his mask starts to bend as he grins like a madman under it, and the small slits for his eyes are filled with burning inspiration. This art he painted in a fit of blind passion is the art of war, an art that can never be rivaled in sheer majesty. That man, who stood in front of his masterpiece was gone days later. Vanished overnight, not a sign of his departure, not even a clue the day before. His work was awe-conjuring. I mimiced him, was like him, and I soon rose through the ranks of the Imperial Forces. I was proud to strut around The Victory with my medals of honor and a badge of prestige. [i]General Ken Rourke, 31, War Hero.[/i] And then the tides shifted, and the Serpent Hyperes Government was on the offense. Mad of the destruction me and my hero had caused. They sent a man, who destroyed us and make it look like child's play with only a knife and his intuition. His intelligence. His raw physical prowess. But he spared me, to send a message. What a mistake. As I, Ken Rourke, leader of the Imperial Forces, I think that this is my masterpiece. My revenge. Giving the man who spared my life a taste of his own medicine. Aaron Sawyer, you've lost so much. Your friends, your wife, your family. But I will burn everything you have left to the ground and make you wish you were never conceived. You and Fireteam November. Expect the worst, my friends. It is coming." [spoiler]Closed, suggestions?[/spoiler]