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Years have passed since the Elder’s and their forces invaded Earth, killing countless people in the process. The task force known as Xcom tried to fight this threat, but was ultimately defeated once the legendary Commander was captured, and presumed dead.
With the world’s greatest defenders now scattered, the aliens were seen as the victors in the war. The aliens rebuilt cities, introduced revolutionary technology in medicine, and have maintained order in their cities which many flock to. Despite all that, few still fight on against the rule of the aliens. Far, far away from the cities and eyes of the aliens and their human-alien hybrids known as Advent, lay the Reapers. Masters of stealth, wilderness survival, and long range combat. The Reapers survive by using stealth and speed to defeat their enemies before they even know what’s happening. With Advent controlling most of the food production, the Reapers survive by consuming their fallen alien prey.
Among these Reapers is one who stands out even amongst their own. Someone who hides themselves in cloaks and hoods. An eyepatch covering one eye from a wound unknown by any Reapers. Only one human ever saw them without it. A man by the name of Konstantin Volikov, or just Volk for short. He helped them at their lowest, and now they are one his deadliest Reapers. AE, callsign, Archivist.