From the sky they fell. Like raindrops they fell. By the hundreds they fell. Each man fell to avenge a loved one. Each man fell to end the war, each man an army unto himself. The tides of war had beat against their home world for decades. Their land charred by radiation bombs, their seas boiled away by plasma storms. Their women and children mutated by bacteria crystals seeded into the upper atmosphere. Those that fell were all that remained of their world. Each man fell knowing that he would never return home. Each man fell knowing that no one would come to his aid if he called. Each man fell knowing only death awaited them. And still they fell .