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Ugh...
Today has gotta be the worst one this cycle. |
It's like everyone decided to steal our shit at once.
I hate the exciting days. |
| I hope we can get my doodads back... |
Yeah, I wouldn't bet my credits on that.
Last I heard, all those feral wing-things have been stripping the tech they steal for parts, doing who knows what with it. |
Start the grieving process now, kid.
At least we managed to keep the shuttlepod... |
| Whoa, HEY!! What you think you're-- |
| --Oh, sorry. Thought you were someone else. |
What? Me? Ha ha! Why would you think that!
I'm just a normal grunt, performing my assigned tasks!
Tasks that I have authorization to do!! |
Yeah. I caught that much.
As you were. |
| I swear they get jumpier every year. |
| I'm tellin ya, they don't train 'em right. |
I think it's cultural. We're losing the edge.
Whole institution's diseased.
And meanwhile every Consul we get only wants to talk plumage... |
| Is... is that ship cleared for launch...!? |
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* THERE we go!!
* Warmed up those engines for you, ay mate? |
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| I guess we're finally leaving |
| → | Remember, you're looking for a hole in the world that leads to a realm of spikes and cathedrals |
| I'm going to miss this place |
| Am I just going back to the island after this? Is that the only way? |
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| → | No!? |
| You didn't just sneak us out just to betray us again, did you!!? |
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I know where we're going.
The malfunctioning hyperspace node-- the alternate Earth! |
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