Spoils of War
Argan placed his boot on his fallen opponent and pulled his sword free.  Their skin might be that strange orange color, but they bleed the same as us.  He wiped the man’s blood across that cursed sun-symbol they all wore - a scarlet streak on gold.  The Traazorite had fought well, befitting one in command of so many.  As captain of the city, he had defiantly gone down with his sinking ship – and the last effective defense died with him... Read More

Mealtime in Traazor
For the most part, Jamaad loved his work.  Serving as a soldier of the empire was honor enough, but doing so in a velozar cohort gave him all the freedom and power a man of his station could reasonably expect...Today, though, he decidedly was not enjoying his work... Read More

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