Heliotrope was never meant to be a battlefield.
A quiet frontier agri-world, it should have been invisible—too small to matter, too far from the core to draw attention. Then the Skiaphori came. Without warning or demands, they seized Heliotrope Prime and began processing the population through a repurposed agricultural complex, leaving silence where a city once stood.
The Adamantine Guard are sent when there are no good options left.
