Gate Fanfiction: Thus the Garserians Held (DISCONTINUED AND OUTDATED LORE)
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The Univet Garseria, a star nation of humans living in a systematic hierarchy. Where the self proclaimed bastion of human kind was made. For those who live here, it was existence through the prolonged efforts of preserving the survivability of mankind. Facing alone against the Light and Dark, the Garserians persevere through.
The planet Benragrade, an Urban World was one of the most famous planets of the Garserians for being a leisure hot-spot for many Garserian militant groups. From the simple Garserian Regular Army, notable regiments, to the gene warriors Breeker Knights, to the genetically crafted Huntsmen, to even turncoats from other factions. They all meet here, mustering themselves as they rest on the strategic point readying for their next assignment.
But that rest was rudely interrupted by the appearance of a Roman structure amongst one of the training areas used for target practice and weapons test, before Roman-like soldiers had walked in...
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