Faced with external pressures in the wake of the Great War and the horrors enacted, it is decided amongst the royalties and democracies of the Low Countries that they will either stand together, reunited, or fall to the imperialistic powers on their boarders once more.

You, however, don't really care about that on the grounds that unifying for defensive reasons doesn't really fix the fact you're never going to get out of the Army at this rate. After being retained after the Great War on thin premise, you've been drafted into a new technical board created for the explicit purpose of developing new weapons, fabricated creatures, operational techniques, and tactics for ensuring the defence of your homeland- ideally before the inevitable breakthrough of the Military Frontier and the destruction of your home.