IRONHALL | R5 Cattle Co. / R5RANCH

2954 – Present Day:
The visual of half a dozen R5 Cowboys riding Horses, to push … Quazi Grazers … The R5 cowboys have spent the last 2 days gathering the herd from around the ranch. High mountains, forests. On horseback looking for every last Grazer. They’ve been out to pasture since being put through the barns and pens getting doctor’d up, branded and preg checked. Dust rising behind the herd as its pushed through the rolling valley, a pair of moons hanging high in the sky, darkening clouds forming off in the distance against the bright waving waist high grass. Fields of grass waving with the wind as the groaning calls of the Grazers complain about their lot in life. Two R5 Cowboy’s on either side, with a pair in the back, sturdy horses from Sol, the creaking of leather saddles, some of the tack dating back to their grandparents around 2870,. Each Cowboy strapped, with a mix of ArcLight and LH-86 Pistols on their hips. A few rifles in scabbards on the saddles. A chuck wagon rover slowly lumbers a bit back behind the herd. Slow an steady as the Bull Grazer know’s the way toward water, helped along by the Cowboys. No starship, or speeder bike could do this work. If you over work the Grazers, they lose weight, if you lose weight, you lose sale price. And the R5 ranch has spent the past year perfecting this genetic line, taxes are high this year, so they need the profits. The Grazers grow closer as the herd knows the way toward the water source. Waiting against the bright orange sunset back drop is the silhouette of an IronClad.

A time rushed, snarled musty old Hauler standing at the base of the ramp of his ship waiting for those Cowboys to load the Grazers onto a waiting freighter that will lift off into space. A burning sunset on the horizon, a storm rolling in from the west as the Range Boss gallops past the herd toward the waiting pilot to finalize the deal and shake hands. Its been a year since they saw each other, he landed here last year for the last herd that was ready to go to sale. Once this herd is off the planet, and the payouts are made. Two of the cowboys are headed out of the Star System to meet up with their Pirate friends, one other Cowboy is returning to UEE military duty. Three of the R5 Cowboys will turn around, and ride back to headquarters to get a group of heifer’s put out to pasture on the 500 sq km ranch located in some quiet part of the planet. The cycle of life and death, starts again as the season is turning and the ranch is expecting a load of hay from a near by farm, owned by some good people in a totally different Organization.

His wife doesn’t know it yet. But there’s a town dance at the near by Outpost. He’s taking her on a date when he and the other Cowboy’s get back to Headquarters. A band, a 3 person Org from Castra will be there playing live music. There’s also a rodeo, where the best Quasi Riders in the system will be competing for buckles and payouts and bragging rights in the fledgling e-sports competition hosted by the competitive Orgs and Guilds.