Nay Tow

A farming community stumbled upon a Babylonian veteran, or he stumbled upon them really. They already had a blue banner, with a single four sided star, and no real understanding what this banner represented.

The veteran claims to knows, having worked with a wide range of peoples that served under this powerful organization. He has memories of them handing out pallets of water and blue packages of rations, filled up with food that wouldn't offend any religion or people. He has memories of sweet fruit and simple soft bread, of peanut butter and jelly, of powder that made drinks taste like grapes or cherries or apples, fruits he rarely ever had. Above all, he remembers how paranoid they were, how dangerous his homeland was, how much armor these people slathered upon themselves.

The hospitals, the roads, the election booths; stick out in his memory. He speaks of how they trained him to fight the thieves and liars that hid among his people, of the prized M16 rifle that was given to him.

These are dark times, times of banditry, but also ample resources. It's time for Nay-Tow to come back and begin handing out the pallets, and to cut down the weeds of savagery once more.