Setting
Caldonia is well known for its vast array of old ruins, forgotten temples, fallen cities and other such historical remnants of an age long past. The hardy climate has kept many of these ancient remains untouched by archaeologists and tomb raiders, leaving the region ripe with knowledge, history, and profit for those willing to brave the desert to find it.
Lorandor stands as the last beacon of prosperous civilization within the region.
West of Lorandor lays the Barrens, a region that once served as the homeland of the draconians. Ravished by war and the destruction of the draconian empire nearly a millennium past, little more than rocky wasteland and barren mountains remain that have long since been absorbed by Caldonia.
Only the hardy and the desperate seek refuge within the Barrens; though, a few nomadic tribal groups are known to etch out an existence here, as well as a scattering of hardy wildlife.
There is also a gun range and store, which is one of the most prosperous businesses on this part of the entire planet. This may be due to the nature of the lands of Caldonia.
North of the Koramir river lays the Dying Sands, a large expanse of desert with supposedly no living beings whatsoever. No plants, no animals... nothing...except Necropolis Hollows. A city of the damned, it's a sight seeing hotspot as it was recently unearthed from it's prison of sand and time.
"Prep for drop , all forces have your targets this is it. 3...2...1.. drop." One of the men would say as a variety of figures jumped from the vessel. There appeared to be about 14 humanoids and two feline looking robots. A about 10 speeders were lowered as well clearly older and made by Terran companies.
The ship would take off flying back on it's plotted course there would be no record of this departure the figures below would scatter in different directions almost immediately. The beings would hold no identification of their original nationalities nothing linking them to where they had come. Many of them had Terran identities all would infiltrate into the country and perform their assigned task. Some left in groups others stuck together in teams. Who ever these people were it was clear precautions had been taken to ensure their successful infiltration into Aslund.
coming from somewhere deep within the Collenham Mountains, elsewhere on Aslund.
Sol and Terra seemed tethered together by a thin, bright, green string.
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