They came in the night. Blutheran lizard riders and their infernal Cherenkov maces. Half my contingent was slain before the alarm was sounded; the guards were at half strength, the rest busy with pay recertification mandated by those fools in the Capitol. I told them we had no computers to do it on; they airdropped them in at absurd cost. If they'd been willing to send us the endemic-geometric qualifier arrays we asked for last month the same way, we would've finished mapping a way out of these badlands already and none of this would've happened!
We're on the move now, through what paths our scout teams have identified. Thankfully lizard riders suck at tracking prey.
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