The war that had started abruptly had been going on for many months now. But everyone could see that it was far from having reached its climax. If anything, this was just the beginning. But with a beginning, an end must come, and everyone also knew that the preliminary stage would pass soon, and things would enter a white hot stage when the meat grinder would truly display its prowess.
Everything above was true, but at the same time, that was relative. Because, for those whose home planets were not deep inside the territory of the Empire, and for those who were fighting on the front lines, their lives remained at stake, with the only difference being for how much longer, and if tomorrow or an accident, or death, would come first.
It was in that atmosphere that on a planet, whose name was insignificant —and even for the military, only its designation might matter—, preparations were being made.
