Pastoral Fragment

Broad fields of crops were basking in the sunlight, tended by semi-autonomous servitors. Scanning the scene, she could see a number of different grains being cultivated in the valley. The wind was making the stalks shift in waves that rippled with the gentle gusts. Although the fields were sizeable, there were
occasional field boundaries, marked by trees. Directing her gaze towards them, the suit's sensors zoomed in at a subvocalised command to pick out a rough track following the tree line and under their cover. She datted the view to her troops' tactical processors.

Confrontation fragment

He clenched his fist, and muscles bulged and shifted - bones spreading and ratchetting into new positions to make room for a rapidly extruding carapace of armour and implanted weaponry.
Bensen back-pedalled away from him, swaying away from a dangerously fast-swung blow.



His own implants urged distance. The guard's transformation had been swift, plating major muscle groups with a thick carapace. The joints had a fibrous-looking covering too from what he could see. His clothing had obviously been tailored with a good degree of elasticity to cope with the changes.


A large spike protruded from the central knuckle of each transformed hand, and it was these that Bensen focussed on, keeping furniture between him and the guard.