A 10 thousand-man army of metal, robotic monstrosities are made for every single man. They pillage, steal, and care for their men. They are evil, but not soulless. They are feared by anyone that is in eyesight of them, as they can, and will, kill without hesitation. Towering beacons pierce through the clouds like lightning, flying carriers and battle-ready ships loom over helpless towns, and blood stains the cold steel. The desert is unforgiving and ruthless, and they have reenforced that statement.
