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Rick kicks open the door into the messhall, which often jammed because of poor maintenence. The battle that had taken place only a few hours before had left another deep scar on his soul. Rick grabs a dirty tray from the stack, and walks as steady as possible to the cook. The supplies had been running low, this campaign into the Toromik desert had been, as many had said, a waste of man power. Ricks tray is covered in a water like slop. It was edible, and with a little seasoning, maybe some sand, could taste almost like food.

Ricks thick combat boots thud and make a twang sound across the metal floor of the dune train. Massive, behometh like vehicles that crawled across the sand, carrying a warlords legions to battle and conquest. They were often large targets and well defended, much like the one they destroyed and looted today. Several stories high, and about a mile in length, covered in hull mounted guns of various kinds, loud bullet hoses capable of throwing thousands of 50 caliber bullets in short periods of time.

Rick sits himself down with some of his remaining comrades. "The Steel Smith sure has been pushing us hard this campaign, the Toromik Empire has stood for generations," his friend Corin says as he attempts to eat some of his food, a sour face creeping across him. Rick shakes his head, silent. He had heard this conversation at least once a day. He was a very strong supporter of the Smith, but then again, few knew him in person, and fewer could call him a father. Rick wasnt his son, but was the closest thing to it. Didnt get him any special treatment it seemed.

"Just eat your slop like the rest of us, and keep your mouth shut Corin, at least try to honor our fallen comrades, like Torque..." He says picking up a spoonful of the green gook. He eyes it cautiously, he swears he saw it move...

"That bandit, he was nothin but trouble for the rest of us, dangerous with those guns of his, tell you what, and quick with those sticky fingers..." Rick shakes his head, and ignores Corin and his groaning, complaining, and droning. Why wasnt it ever him that got his head blown off from a hull gun? Oh well, always look forward to the next battle... There was always another battle, here in the Pit.