What do you get when you refuse a direct order from a superior and, on top of it, sock him a good one in the face? You get demoted and sent to the most remote and desolate region in the Realm to serve the rest of your pitiful career. And if you're as "lucky" as Major . . . er, now Private Nathaniel Ratkovich? You get there only a few hours before the start of the apocalypse!
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