More Bits and Bites

Here we go.

Boots coming down hard in the snow, kicking down doors, animals, men, women, and children. A neon sign lay cracked, half buried in snow, the words ХОЛОДНОЕ ПИВО dim, lifeless within. Sergeant Garrett Scott and millions of others were alone in the middle of it. This was the punishment of disobedient children.

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Garret's flashback this time. Still a sergeant, he participates in putting down a revolution on some cold russian planet. This place'll be very important in the future

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Fire lit up the eyes of the Yeoman of the Wheel just as it lit up the forest around him. Fire was the ultimate cleanser, the only possibility to wipe a slate truly clean. This was the price savage worlds had to pay in order to be integrated with the Wheel.

In front of him, heavily wounded, lay a local man, barely clothed, his hair long and wild, baring his teeth and growling at the Yeoman before him.

Landover’s sword was at his side, extending to his right. This one was unrepentant, and he had no choice but to feed him to the fire along with all the others on this forsaken planet who had not submitted. He found it abhorrent how of their own accord the humans here, identical to him and all of the Wheel who had come here as enlighteners, had regressed to such a pitiful state. Landover aimed his sword at the wounded man and thrust forward, the blade taking him straight through the heart.

The fire around him intensified, burning brighter and higher as the world was brought within the fold of the Wheel. Soon, Landover the Yeoman, along with the entire planet, was engulfed within them.

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Landover, in his days as an NCO, kills a poor half human. He's not the biggest fan of the Wheel's policies, but he does what he has to do. More tomorrow.