In a rain-drenched, war-torn field at the edge of a collapsing dimension, the Buck Empire’s infantry holds a final firing line. Each soldier — a humanoid deer — wears a British 1770s-style redcoat uniform, complete with tall black bearskin grenadier hats, antique belts, and polished brass buttons. The old-world look is battered and smeared with mud, their chests crudely reinforced with scavenged plating and digital comm-badges strapped awkwardly to their gear. They stand shoulder-to-shoulder, unmoving, firing in disciplined volleys — their retrofit muskets flaring with unstable energy bolts, aimed dead ahead in synchronized blasts. Despite the chaos, their formation is perfect, drilled in tradition long past relevance. Charging at them is the Void Empire — a force of humanoid shadows in sleek, liquid-like exo-armor. Their faces are covered with abyssal, reflective helmets that consume all light. They move like phantoms, spreading out, darting forward in fluid tactical bursts. Their grav rifles and pulse cannons tear into the Buck line, blasting through deer and earth alike. The Bucks fall, antlers shattering in the mud, but the line holds — fewer, slower, but still firing. Overhead, the sky swirls with black clouds and blue lightning, spatial rifts ripping open reality behind both armies. The Void Empire speaks no words. The Buck Empire dies with honor. --- Style Tags: 18th Century vs. Sci-Fi Grenadier British Uniforms (redcoats + bearskin hats) Rain, fog, lightning Muskets See more