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The resounding, dull thud coupled with the sudden shock-wave felt on the ground was plenty enough to disturb the once peaceful field and forest. It was the cause of such commotion, however, that really beggared belief. Standing about twenty meters out was the form of a young child--a girl to be specific. She couldn’t have been more than eleven years old, barely over a meter in height. Bearing brilliant blue eyes and porcelain fair skin only lightly tanned by the orange hues of the sunset, she certainly made for a very pretty looking little girl. But her expression was one of formal disdain, perhaps even disgust.
“This space is within the territory of the Fatherland!” Her booming voice seemed to tear through what was once a tranquil woodland, imposing a stark contrast with the childish form. “Show your visa and identification at once or leave the area immediately! Failure to comply will result in your detainment by Imperial force!” Her weight shifted as she threw her arm from her chest, adding emphasis to her orders. As she did, her shoulder strap also shifted and revealed the wooden object strapped to her back to be a large rifle, it’s barrel glinting in the fading sun.
