In a small, undisclosed lab, the Catra Rye Disease has been successfully turned into a biological weapon, the Catra Death. Colonel Mustardgas walks down the damp and dimmly lighted hallway to the lab. Several soliders in brown aviator jackets accompany him.
"Dear Grandmaw, it reeks in here! Roland and Noland, is it it done?"
"Yes sir! It is 100% percent effective."- Roland
"Good because we need it out of here by tonight and on a truck to Reizen. I need you then to industrialize this and make it readily available, and might give us the upper hand. And by the way...
What does it actually do?"
"Well Colonel, it causes hallucinations, and then it strips your ability to breath by destroying the lungs. After a while, your skin melts off. You should expect death in five minutes at the least."-Noldand
"Perfect. Boys, take it away."
The soliders carefully grab the hazardous crate, filled with aerosols, spray bombs, liquids, and pure samples. They load it up into a ratty bomber that has been claimed by Chuck-Ray to only contain relief items. The plane takes off, protected by its designation as a relief vehicle.
The Agot Air Force as been flying around for a while, but had to touch down again. This cycle will be repeated until fighting breaks out. The navy stops in front of the Imperial Blockade, waiting for passage.
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