THEIR FINEST HOUR,
OR THEIR FINAL DAYS...
The First Empire has entered what may very well be its last crisis:
the Emperor is dead by assassination and has left an infant heir.
Worse, the imperial mystique is but a fading memory: nobody believes
in empire anymore. Indeed nobody believes in much of anything beyond
the boundaries of self. There are exceptions, of course, and to those
few falls the self-appointed duty of maintaining a military-civil
order that is corrupt, despotic—and infinitely preferable to the
barbarous chaos that will accompany its fall.
One such is commander Anson Merikur.
This is his story.