General Farenhi viewed the open plains of Tucker III through hyperscopes, his hands shaking nervously in a rythmic style. Corpses lay in fallen clumps; whispy smoke issuing from empty eye-sockets formed pockets here and there,gently obscuring the Plainspeople who shuffled about, looting the dead of all physical possessions and gourging themselves on choice morsels of tender carcass. The General frowned,his long tongue dipping out of his black and white snout. Damn carnivores leave nothing for no-one, save the vultures of War, he thought, as he took out a silver case from his uniform and removed some premium grass to chew. Yes Sir, he thought, it's a right old jungle out there.

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