They called us their super soldiers... they who created us for their war with an enemy as vicious and warlike as their own. They called us their last hope of survival and salvation... and so we fought and we died with absolute belief in our conviction that we could turn the tide in their favor. But we came too late.... the war had gone beyond the line of no return and everything we had bled for was overrun, destroyed, or killed. The Colonies... Overrun. The Capitol... Destroyed. The Republic... A Burning Corpse.
But there is yet hope... a few of our number have survived to continue the fight. There yet remains one place where we remain free. Talos... our birthplace... our home. We will fight till none are left to protect it... but if it should come to that... we will make them pay so dearly they will never think to make war so lighty ever again.
They called us their children... in their memory do we fight, for our survival we must now band together and turn back the tide so that we may have a future of our very own.
They called us Valorians.
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This is the General Storyline for the Upcoming Rp that I've been working on.
So what're your thoughts on it so far?