As Karl's massive, rumbling truck vanished over the horizon, the three DRIS officers—Rook, Dullahan, and Libera—stood beside the newly dropped Tyrant's Throne of Undying Fury. The air was thick with the scent of fresh lumber and newly milled steel.
Rook broke the silence, his hand resting on the polished wooden stock of his new Gewehr 71. "Well, that was efficient. We got the Throne, additional manpower, new uniforms, and a new standard issue weapon that makes our old flintlocks look like museum pieces. And all the additional supplies we need."
Dullahan, ever the pragmatist, was already thinking about deployment. "Before we focus on hunting bandits, we have to make use of the new manpower immediately. We'll start reinforcing the eastern and southern borders with proper earthworks, fortifications, and watchtowers."
