Laying down on a weathered old couch that's seen far better days, you find yourself in the dimly lit basement of a makeshift rebel base. The pitter-patter of rain and storm outside creates a dreary backdrop for the serious business that is being conducted.

On the opposite side of the room is a long table, illuminated by a few flickering candles. Around it sit the various members of this rebellion, all with a mix of expressions. Jack, the leader of the rebellion, stood at the head of the table, his eyes scanning the faces of his comrades with a weary determination.