#the empire and ginger have a mutual resignation that it is easier to work with each other.

[cloudbattrolls]

Ginger is not overly well known among Fleet, but those who do know of them generally regard them with disdain and/or dread.

Ginger not really giving a fuck about the empire itself isn’t much of a secret (they don’t care who knows, they don’t flaunt it but they don’t hide it) and they’re also hemoanon to the extent even their superiors don’t know their blood color, which doesn’t make them popular either.

Their utter lack of hemoloyalty is also pretty evident. They don’t blatantly talk back or rebel, but it’s more out of indifference than anything else. While they aren’t reckless about it, Ginger knows they’re afforded a level of untouchability because until the next Mycoba is hatched and trained, no one else can do what they do.

The empire has all manner of bombs and guns, but when they want somewhere to feel their wrath for multiple generations - to make an example of an entire place - they send Ginger.

Pestilence comes, and it lingers long after its horseman has left its ruins behind.