Mark Victor was a soldier left broken after the Harmony War ended.

What can a broken ex-trooper really do? What are they good for if they’ve gone through the EMF and been tossed out the other side? If you were to ask Mark... Maybe, doing what the enemy couldn’t and following his brothers and sisters.

Mark wakes up to a nightmare, to an unfamiliar place with unknown faces.

A planet under attack, an enemy he’s never seen before, he just wants to escape, but when he sees others in danger, a trooper stands for something, they stand to protect their own. No matter the cost.

Earth and her colonies are not alone.

Politics, discussions and alliances. Mark doesn’t care about any of it. When did it matters when the artillery falls and blood is spilled?

All that matters is who stands beside you when blood is spilled and hell lays all around you.

Centurion Victor, has a nice ring to it, Major Victor, Corporal Victor, Private Victor, his path has not been a short one. Brothers and sisters have fallen beside him, casualties of war.
He thought Tyler and Alexis were just casualties of war, he accepted that.

Politics, discussions and alliances, killed them and should have killed him. Mark Victor is on a warpath, a path that leads to the top.

The secretive Roma Union has stepped forward. The warlike Maraukian’s are coming and humanity must rally together or shatter into oblivion.

Alliances, position, power, when a Victor has your name and a blood debt to be paid, it will be paid.

Monsters, saviors, and weapons - the Vanguard don't care what they're called. All that matters is that they answer the call when people cry out in need.

The core worlds of the Roma Union are in the line of fire. Untouched by war for hundreds of years, they've become used to peace.

The Maurakians, bearing new technology, can go wherever they want; with little warning, the blanket of safety that humanity has created is ripped away.

Once again the Vanguard are called upon to act. To give their lives for others and hold out no matter the circumstances. Their target: Indalia.

What does it matter if you defeat the enemy in front of you, only to have your ally place a blade in your back? Rely on your family.

The game never changes, only the players do.

Others might call it rebellion, call it cowardice. The vanguard will not forgive, nor will they forget. Their trust lays with one another, in those that have shed blood with them and joined the net.

Empires, government, leaders, alliances, planets, corporations - many have fallen in humanities past.

Now a new Empire will stand on the shoulders of the vanguard, the troopers, the people of Tricticus, and the Victor Corporation.

Their goal: survive, and defend those they care for by any means necessary.

What was once broken can be repaired, what was lost-found. The living might never return, but the mergers never forget.

This is their strength and the poison that destroys them from within. Many fight, but none come back the same.

The vanguard leads from the front.

That's the oath they made, the promise they kept and the call they will follow.

Mergers lead, death follows.