The afternoon winter sun cast its pale light over the Port city of Sailoon. Snow had fallen last night and the slushy remains squished under the boots of Sargent Major Nic Eybos, a thirty year member in good standing of the Sailoon City Gaurd as he marched down Goose Street towards the city sqaure.
At his side marched Private Janyce Iberuven, a 10 minute vetran of the Gaurd.
Compared to Nic's slightly routound build, Janyce stood tall, with attractive features and a body that stirred long buried memories of youth inside Nic's brain. Fortunutly, Janyce wore the standard issue breastplate and her thick, crimson brown hair had been cut short and then stuffed under the standard issue conical helmet with its ulitarian nosegaurd and heavy cheekplates so it was fairly easy for a man of Nic's limited imagination to imagine her as a fresh faced young man.
Nic you see, was not entirely comfortable with Queen Ameila's recent proclomation that interested women were allowed to join the City Gaurd. He was a traditionalist and despite that he knew that times were changing, a deep rooted sense of machismo insisted that what women like Janyce were doing was wrong and went against the entire purpose for which the Universe had been designed.
"Sir?" Nic was jolted out of his reverie by Janyce's soft spoken question.
"What is it girl?" He said in his gruffest tones.
"You were telling me about how nothing happens in Sailoon and then you trailed off."
"Ah." Nic huffed as he pulled his fur-lined standard issue cloak about him and shifted the standard issue pike to a more comfertable position in the crook of his arm. "As I was saying, and I know these things, and I can safely say, that unless Lina Inverse is in town, nothing happens here in Sailoon. We're a peaceful city and we of the city gaurd do our best to keep it that way."