At every hour of every day on Sixaura, the soldiers of each empire are killed and reborn in an endless loop. Their dead bodies derezz, the bonds between their nanos dissolving—just in time for them to be reassembled elsewhere, fresh with the memory of death and ready to kill once again. These clone commandos do not die, do not rest, and do not age. They are duplicated forever, frozen in the same unchanging body, save a few occasional gene-edits from the top brass in order to optimize their killing potential. This is the only life they know. It is a meatgrinder without meat—a bloodbath without blood. A squad of four soldiers is sent out to capture an enemy outpost but this will be anything but a routine mission.