This world is under siege.  The dark prince who rules it sees far glimpses of angels larger than stars, galaxies like rolling wheels full of eyes, watchers in the far recesses of the universe.  He marshalls his forces to resist with all his fury.  He is resolute to stamp out any intrusion, any hint of weakness or revolt.

There is a whisper that the great and terrible Captain who has laid this world under siege has snuck his oath-brothers behind the lines and allowed them to recruit others who take those same oaths.  He has given them strange powers and bidden them bide their time.  For now, they walk among us in disguise, bland, inoffensive, nice, raising tidy little families, paying their taxes and mowing their lawns.