The world around the Ephemeral began to jitter and fade. The walls of the facility focused in and out, their opaqueness changing into translucence in instantaneous moments that were hard to catch an individual glimpse of. The guards froze, each assuming a vitruvian pose and standing down immediately. Inside the walls, an interlocking hex-grid of glowing virtual lines pulsed and shone through the surfaces that had seemed so real only moments before. The Ephemeral lowered their guard, some of them disappearing fading out alongside the world around them. Everything seemed to be struggling to stay tangible and solid... until, only a few moments after, the facility simple ceased. There was a deafening sound of powering down and blackness surrounded the warriors. It took a few moments for light to return to their new location, and for said light to take effect on their eyes.

"Simulation testing complete. Analysing performance," an artificial, booming voice started. It's vocals were far from Human, obviously AI in nature, but they were also surprisingly soothing. 

"Your efforts are commendable, Ephemeral. You are ruthless killers indeed. Analysis shows that there may indeed be a chance for you to free the Sector. You will require experience in the field. This mission is like nothing you have previously experienced," it continued. 

The room around the warriors slid into view, a fairly spacious, sleek, polished, perfectly square room lined with arrays of neurological projectors and holographic sensory equipment became visible. They had never left their craft. The Corvette still glided through the darkness of the void, laying in wait like a predator, ready to deliver it's deadly payload upon the Star Marshal that had been unfortunate enough to be designated the target by the Terrarial HAKESATH. 

"You have twenty-four hours before we reach our destination. Prepare yourselves."