The-Imperial-Guard

The flap to the mess hall opens and Reth steps outside, his hand foraging in his right chest pocket. His hand grabs onto a crumpled box of lho-sticks with the top ripped off. Reth plops one in his mouth, but does not light it. In front of him the sun is setting across the field, the orange glaring down on the green grass of the field. The sun is large and unobstructed in the sky yet the breeze makes Reth tug his jacket closer as the wind bites any exposed flesh. A few clouds dot the sky, thin wispy things that move so fast Reth could swear that someone is pulling them across the sky. The land in front and around is uniformly flat with a few