K1A1 churned along, her wide hooves pummeling the earth below with the constant rhythm of a war machine, relentless and unforgiving. Her muscles tightened beneath her blue roan coat as she patrolled, nostrils flaring and ears up, listening for any sign of unusual activity. It wasn’t until she rounded the bend atop a nearby hill that she spotted the red mare grazing by a pond and an unfamiliar stallion very close to her. Snorting, K1A1 changes course but does not hurry her pace.

These two were not currently part of the herd, and K1A1 aimed to discover their intentions. As she reached an appropriate distance, she stopped abruptly, her chest forward and her large head high—not unlike a chessman’s knight. She addressed both the mare and stallion, almost looking past them with her cold, dark eyes.

“You have crossed into an occupied territory. State your purpose.”

Dögun would likely be right behind her, as he usually was whenever there was the potential for trouble. She would only stand down if he instructed her, otherwise she would do as her initial orders told her. K1A1 does not hesitate. K1A1 acts. All Dögun needed to do was squeeze the trigger.

K1A1