"I remember the Storm. Ten thousand neosteel demons rained from the sky. Men shrouded in deathly armor, brimming with power from technologies the likes of which had never been seen. It was as if conquest was their birthright, and us their fated prize. The eastern seaboard of the American Empire crumbled in days, felled like wheat in a field. The earthbound militaries patrolled land and sea, but never the depths of space. So when the iron rain of our conquerors came, Earth could not help but be thoroughly drenched."

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