The empire has no sunrise, its streets patrolled by armed soldiers, the once bustling city was now a mere shadow of its past self, cowed by the iron grip of the military regime. General Marcus Venyar stood atop a skyscraper staring at the hollow city, his thoughts surrounds the upcoming meeting with the other generals, where they would discuss strategies to snuff out the rebels.
The sound of footsteps echoed behind him. It was his right hand man, Commander Maverick. He saluted.
"General Venyar, the generals are gathered in the council chamber awaiting your presence." Without a word, he strode towards the chamber.
The council chamber was a fortress within the skyscraper, the generals seated. General Venyar began, his voice stern and unyielding. "Generals, the rebels become more brazen day by day. The people live in fear and sorrow. We have to bring an end to this."
"Our sources indicate they're planning an operation, but we have no further information," General Solvar informed.
General Draven frowned. "We need to tighten our grip on the city, increase patrols and curfews. We can't let them snoop around our noses."
Halden nodded. "I will see to it, but I have a suggestion. Let's make super-soldiers."