In a city reduced to ruins, a group of ragged lizardfolk stooped as they cleared rubble from the streets.
The gigantic ship overhead continued broadcasting, day and night, a recording of the human tyrant: "Order is the lifeblood of our existence, yet it faces an unprecedented challenge. You are all sinners..."
A small, scar-covered lizardfolk asked, "Dad, what is order?" The shackled elder silently looked around at the fully armed marines and the armored vehicles patrolling the streets, then pointed to the strategic cruiser in the sky, larger than the city itself, and said, "That's order!"
The voice overhead kept droning on.
"The Empire's armed forces, countless outstanding sons and daughters, stand guard over the gates of our homeland at all times, but they cannot stand alone. Anyone who enlists today will have all their sentences and criminal penalties cut in half..."
