Before the foreigners came, we were a happy, peaceful, but mighty people. Our military may have been small, but they were well trained. They had to be in order to keep the foreigners from ever finding us.
Our Line Infantry and commanders wielded only simple blasters and batons. Their standard uniform could absorb blasts and was symbolic of the great structure of our ancestors.
More specialized soldiers would provide better protection when needed. Their heavier weapons had been engineered to destroy most fortifications.
Although, when a job needed to be completed fast, rocket troops were relied on like Bonn-o-Tron.
From time to time, there were those who wished our people to be one with the foreigners. When they arose, the snipers took them out.
Our beloved kings were protected by the highly trained Imperial Guardsmen. As well as being well proficient in melee combat, only former snipers were selected for the Imperial Guardsmen for their aim.
When foreigners crashed into our moon, a mining corp was established to investigate.
What they discovered would change our lives forever. The deeper they dug, the more ships they found. A great war must have been fought on the moon long before our people ever came to Avalon and inside each ruined vessel we found the orange material.
It was the greatest mistake in our history.
Foreigners stole the uniforms and weapons of our own soldiers. We were fooled into believing that our men had arrived to protect us.
Most of the damage came from their minigunners....
... and sharpshooters.
These terrors not only delighted in shedding the blood of our people, but devoured their flesh like wild animals.
At first, we thought this man was their leader. We put every effort into eliminating him, but again, we were fooled.
This man, whoever he is, brought this destruction to us. His weapons and armor were made from the orange material we discovered in the hundreds of ships below our moons surface. Whoever he is, he must be stopped.
Now we wait. More foreigners from across the galaxy have answered our distress signals. Some foreigners claim to be friends and send us aid while others have threatened us with slavery.
Avalon has no army now. All we have are citizens who have willingly taken up the cause to defend our home. For now, we hide in the ruins of a great fortress that was built after the manner of our forefathers most beloved stronghold. There is not much time. We have to move quickly if Avalon is to be saved.
