Prologue: A New Beginning
When someone dies, it's not supposed to feel like they're gone. Right at first, they feel like they're falling through nothing. Everything is black; a cold abyss that seems to never end. Once they pass through the blackness, they fade into a memory. Typically, it's a pleasant memory. But when they were soldiers — like so many were — there's no such thing as a good memory. Their whole life up until the time they died was just one huge, violent shit show.
Once they've passed into the memory phase — whatever memory it might be — that's it. They're gone. Rest in piece and all that other fairytale bullshit.
Though, for some reason, when there's still someone alive who remembers those who have passed on, they don't tend to stay gone for very long. One certain group should know. They'd seen revivals of all sorts more times than anyone rightly should.
All the most advanced training in the world couldn't even begin to prepare someone for being brought back from the dead. Especially when they're brought back on a completely different world from the one they left, and in the middle of a planet-wide civil war. When they're brought back into those kind of circumstances, there's a couple questions that have to be asked.
What do you do when so many people want your help, but it's not your fight? Whose side do you choose when you're not sure who's right and who's wrong? But most importantly:
What do you fight for?
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