"I don't know if you'll ever see this, Mr. Stark. I mean - Tony. Heh, I guess I'm not used to being so affirmative in my actions. I've made this as a way to prevent me doing something emotional and stupid, which I am bound to do as you know. I just want you to know that I'm sorry. I think the world of our partnership and I want the Enforcers to be the greatest hero team anyone has ever seen. I don't blame you for Venezuela. I don't blame you for anything. I just want to be friends again."
The old piece of notebook paper crinkled in the gentle breeze from the empty hallway. Aaron Palmer's laboratory stood as a bulwark of technological superiority in the wake of Stark's resurgence into corporate territory. A safehouse, of sorts, that housed the Eciton units 01 through 87, every other model having been dismantled as per Stark's order. The original eighty-seven were as silent as statues, but maneuvered in the darkness.
Their purpose had finally been achieved as an eighty-eighth model appeared out of the bioengineering chamber, its mental capacities not fused with the DNA of an ant but of a scientist who was very familiar with them. Cracking open like an egg, the eighty-eighth Eciton served as little more than a shell for an embryo - an embryo that had reached completion.
The backbone of the Symaarian Guard is made up of the common man, everyday soldiers of fortune that seek to protect their homes and families, seek adventure, attain spiritual satisfaction or repentance, or simply because they were part of the draft at the time. Every Guardsman's life boils down to a single truth: it is currency, and it would be wise to spend it doing something worthwhile. The common Guardsman is armed with little more than combat fatigues, a flak breastplate and helmet, and the ever-reliable lasgun. Though capable of small injuries at range and mild annoyance to heavily-armored foes, the lasgun is typically used in a coordinated volley of hundreds of thousands going off at the same time, multiplying their effectiveness by unimaginable intervals. Many enemy infantry charges have been stopped in their tracks simply by underestimating the determination and martial skill of a few thousand Guardsmen.
Patrol - at most ten Guardsmen, led by NCO
Squad - at most thirty Guardsmen, led by corporal
Platoon - at most 100 Guardsmen, led by sergeant
Company - at most 500 Guardsmen, led by captain
Battalion - at most 1,500 Guardsmen, led by lieutenant
Brigade - at most 5,000 Guardsmen, led by colonel
Division - at most 50,000 Guardsmen, led by general