This is a short story based on the note written in blue on page seven of the AFS feild mannual.

“Listen lady the prime minister has called for an immediate evacuation. We need to get to safety. Just put down the
garden hoe and we can leave."
"Listen here sonny you can tell that fancy pants prime minister of yours that I've lived here longer than you and
you aint going to get me to leave in any newfangled escape transport." He shook his head annoyed. The bane were
closing in fast and she was going to get them both killed.
"Listen lady we don't have time for this. Don't you understand that we're going to die if we stay here?" He stepped
forward but she brandished the garden hoe keeping him at bay.
"You jut take one more step into my garden boy. I'll plant you right beside my carrots." She swung the garden hoe
wildly at his head as a warning. Not really the opening swing at the sky dome but the old biddie had quite the
swing for a woman of her age. If he caught the sharp end of the hoe in the wrong spot he wouldn't have to worry
about the thrax.
"I wish I had a helmet" He moaned
"Back when we were kids we were thankful." Three solders ran around the corner wepons holstered but at the ready.
"Bane!" He yelled drawing his pistol. He emptied a clip on the nearest thrax dropping him in his tracks.
"Surrender or die humans." The tallest thrax hissed unconcerned about his fallen comrade
"Kiss my ass!" He dumped the magazine from his pistol and slid in his last clip. He fired running to the old lady's
defense. The second thrax dropped a lucky shot catching him in his unprotected throat. The remaining thrax opened
fire narrowly missing the two.
"Run lady!" He shouted grabbing her by her free arm. The thrax gave chase reloading his weapon running through the
garden where they stood just moments ago.
"Let go of me your brute!' The woman thrust out with the hoe fouling up his legs. He tumbled to the ground
"Gahh!!" She turned to the thrax brandishing the hoe.
"Stinking human female!"
"Get out of my garden!!" The woman swung the hoe catching the thrax solider in the head. Stunned he stumbled. She swung again catching him in the head with the sharp end of the hoe splitting open the thrax's skull sending blood
all over the ground. He collapsed onto the grond as the woman swung the hoe over and over again beating him into
the ground and killing...

"Okay hold it right there. She killed a thrax foot solider with nothing more than a garden hoe." A few of
the other patrons laughed.
"I'm not making this crap up. I swear she really killed him."
"You're so full of **** it's not funny." He slammed his fist on the table, plucked his rifle off of the chair and left.
storming out of the tavern. No one ever believed that story.
"I wondered how she fared." He mumbled to himself