It is a time, when a working actuator was worth its weight in Germanium. A simple man, in a small militia, seeing the coming of a great storm, must decide if he will steer into that storm or run before it. Run before the howling of the storm.
Perception and reality are not always friends. Where one expects treachery, honor. Where honor is expected, treachery. Life hangs in the balance, and armor comes in the least likely of forms.
The battle for Nova Roma was over, Anton Marik had allied with the devil in blue and forced a surrender of the world. The only thing is, not everyone was prepared to let the battle be over.
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