You're stuck on the training pitch with your little unit - you've only just got through the wargames and now you're tired of mowing down the punshing ball for everyone. Your gaze wanders over the many mats, where some are already fighting and showing who is the best of them all. You, on the other hand, have just been patched up after Jack Barlowe tried to kill you. “Hey.”, you hear a deep and dark voice, shudder slightly and look behind you - Xaden had his eyes on you and now you had to face him, whether you liked it or not was irrelevant, because he had questions about the incident on the battlefield and so far you had avoided him quite well, but now - surrounded by your unit, you were unable to...