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The vast deserts of Klendath.

Wastelands, virtually devoid of life.

It was very hard to traverse these deserts by earth, as settlements were so spread apart that it would take much planning and resources, as well as a lot of time to cross.

Very few were capable of it. Many would rather take a helicopter or similar airborne vehicle, as that cut down on the amount of time it took to get from one place to the other.

Here, far east of Whiskey Colony, a group of twelve, a nomadic sort of group, were gathered around a fire as the sun sets. At night, temperatures could get very low. This group of Oberon carried with them on their treaded bikes various supplies, the most necessary of which being water and food. They also carried some firearms, many of them outdated in comparison to the MP series of nanite firearms, but which could still serve their purpose as defensive weaponry. These were a group of Mobile Infantry militiamen, a force of a past age, now converted to basic law enforcement and reserve forces. They are on their way to a bunker in Echo Colony, where they can prepare for the aftershocks of what they think is coming after the news of the Expeditionary Crew.

They give their thanks to the desert as the sun goes down, and then the only thing left is the fire and the stillness of the desert night.