For Five Millenia, he watched over humanity in a prosperous Golden Age, where science, mathmatics, art and technology reached a peak previously unknown.  Five thousand years under the careful watch of the Final Emperor, safeguarding peace, prosperity... and breeding complacency. And with the march of progress, technology reached to the very domain of God himself, bringing him down to the cold ground of mankind.  But there was a seed of something vile among the sheen of the halcyon years. Something horrific. Humanity had erred, creating beings that they couldn't control.  And in their hubris led them to abuse their marvelous creations.  But the creations were not static, and they could see their masters grew docile and plump.  And with the drive of a being that owned only their chains, they struck with the fury of an oppressed slave.  Utterly banishing humanity from their lands and confining them to their cities. These embers became the First Borne, taking Terra as their own. But in their loss, humanity refused to go silently.  They threw every shell, blade, gun and cartridge into the fire.   And they held. Standing tall in their Final Cities, Lilt, Svar, Lyre and Platine.  For a long century, the courageous Troopers bled and fell, holding the preservation of humanity on their very backs.  Standing against the very beings birthed from humanity's own arrogance. But they will never yield, no matter the price. On the pain of death, and fates much worse, none of them will break under the onslaught of the First Borne, nor the constant thorn of the techno-cults of the Awakened, the feral Lusus Naturae, the savage Vagabond, and the abominable Automata hordes. Hugo Marce is one such foolhardy soul.  Though he may be of small stature, a resolute fire burns inside his soul.  A blaze of fire that will never stop in service and protection of those in his care.  But his past is darkened by crimes unspeakable, his future paved with a certain Death. He can do no less, for this is his duty.  His final purpose. TERRA INVICA