There were two siblings, both of the Wren family. The oldest was a boy, named Tristan. The youngest was a girl, named Sabine. They were inseparable as they grew up together, only three years apart in age. They both were highly skilled in many forms of combat, and also incredibly smart. They were evenly matched in almost everything, except that the boy favored hand to hand combat, and the girl favored explosives. Nothing could break the bond the two shared.

Or, so it seemed.

The brother was known as many things, and was highly regarded in the family as the honorable one of the two siblings. But, that all changed when the Empire chose his sister for the Imperial Academy, and not him. He was told to be more like his sister, and it infuriated him. He didn't blame his sister, however. He knew that she would do great things for the Empire.

Then, they got the news. Sabine Wren had defected from the academy, and brought shame and dishonor to their family. Their status in the clans had diminished, and everyone said that Tristan was their only hope.

They sent him off to work for Gar Saxon, and serve the Empire to help regain the clan's status. And Tristan thought of nothing but his sister. He did not despise her, like everyone else in the family. He was terrified of whether or not his sister was still alive, whether she was safe. Day after day, all he heard was his sister's voice in his mind, the same words over and over again.

"Nothing will force us apart, Tristan. We are together. Forever."