As Zed stood atop the refinery, lowering a hastily made banner to cover the symbol of the Imperium, peering down at the smoldering remains of the city and its fearful inhabitants, he would have thought he won…

…but then Zed had only a small bit of knowledge. He had known when and where to strike, and, while he understood the plunder in weapons, fuel, and teeth, he had no idea what he had really taken. These freebooters had stolen the source of food from a mighty dual-headed eagle. Backed into a corner, such a beast was sure to strike back.