I was there, aboard the SS Tranquility, watching the Black Cloud spread and engulf the entire planet in a black haze that boiled out of the existing atmospherics. As the Black Cloud blocked the view of the surface of the Earth, a cold dread shivered up my spine. Only bright flashes of light broke the blackness and all was silent inside the Control Tower, the Tranquility Staff all gathered around the glassteel. It was only than that our Chief Communications Officer reported the screams, gunfire, and explosions coming from his communication channels, all coming from Earth. And he wasn't the only one reporting it. CCO's from all the space stations orbiting Earth were saying the same thing, in turn directing it towards Luna, who in turn reported it to the rest of the Sol Federation.
Of course, the political firestorm that this caused is well known. The Grand Senate, the governing body of the Sol Federation, was centered on Earth as well as being the economic and military home for the Sol Federation. With one fell swoop, the Federation was crippled and on verge of collapse, with factions within the Federation seeing their chance to try to assume control of the Federation. All their attempts failed spectacularly, often violently. Eventually, the Federation Armed Forces assumed control, establishing a "temporary" council to oversee affairs in the Federation.
During those six months of turmoil, the SS Grid, or the collection of space stations that orbit Earth, tried to land personnel or even drones on Earth. As soon as they made landing, communications were smoothly cut and we never heard from them again. The Drones didn't even make it to the surface. We lost contact with them as soon as they neared the surface. After the third attempt to land drones failed, the Grid called it quits while the scientists argued bitterly over what possibly could be going on, but none of them could explain it. Fortunately for us, the decisions on what to do came from Luna. The FAF had decided for us.
And so you're here. A veteran soldier of the FAF. You've fought in the Contact Wars on the edge of the Federation and against the schismatic Reds in the Novus Prime System. You're a member of the elite task force only organized when the Federation requires those crazy or badass enough to do the E-Z (Extraordinary - Suicidal) missions. You're what we on the Grid like to call the Crazy Bastards. Your formal name is the Talons.
Well, even for you guys, you're gonna need lots of luck. Because whatever's down there. Well. It's made a world of nine billion souls go silent in twenty four hours and resisted all attempts for us to find out. My suggestion to you is, bring lots of firepower.
Lots.



