"MOVE MOVE MOVE!!! LET'S GO PEOPLE!!! CLEAR OUT!!!!" yelled Aristocrat soldiers. General Malarkey was moving out with his plan: Clear out Citizens living near the Wall, and then wait for the Strike to go down. "C'mon people. You gotta leave your homes. Take what you can with you, and we'll put you someplace nice and-Huh?" A small girl holding a doll walked up to General Malarkey, tugging his pants. He kneeled down and said "What's wrong? Did you get separated from your mom?" "No" she said, shaking her head. "Why are you making us move, Mister?" "Well" said Swizz, as he put his right hand on his chin "Some very bad people from the other side want to break through the Wall, so we're moving you and your folks to someplace safer. (Ok, someone needs to draw this bit, PRONTO) Is that ok?" The little girl shook her head, and went back to her parents. Everyone cleared out. The air stood still, quiet, and calm. "Sir! What do we do now?" asked a soldier. "We wait." said General Swizz. "We wait..." He could feel it in his gut, that shit, was gonna go down.