A pathetic-looking figure, limping along, hunched over and clothed in rags pushed a rickety cart loaded with wasteland scavengings past the gates of Refugee Camp 16, nearly unnoticed by the bored-looking Occupational Police. They were lost in heated discussions. Their attentions were focused on bett…

The elite women of our fleets were out celebrating another victory.  Recently returned from a glorious battle against the United Federation of Planets.  The return was celebrated across our entire empire. They brought much glory upon Torvaldia and upon our emperor, Mr. Tovald, all glory to his name. Our coffers were full, overflowing even.…