Francus Hendry stood guard near the bustling activity of cargo loading on the local planet. His eyes, sharp and watchful, scanned the surroundings as massive machines moved colossal crates into the humongous cargo spaceship. Next to him stood Grigor, a weathered old man with a grizzled beard and a demeanor that spoke of experience.
The air hummed with the energy of preparation. Thousands of Celestial Platoon members guarded the transportation process, their uniforms a stark contrast to the backdrop of the alien world. Drones hovered in the sky, their mechanical eyes ensuring that every inch of the operation was covered.
Grigor, leaning on a staff that seemed to have weathered as many storms as its owner, spoke to Francus in a gravelly voice, "Quite the operation they've got going on here. The Celestial Platoon doesn't mess around when it comes to dealing with the demons."