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Archeological Contracts (Open); Open Thread for Improptu RPing
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‘At least that damned hologram is paying attention to me at long last’ Blake quietly thought as Derad finally turned its attention to him. The few others which had turned up looked as if they would be of little use in a direct battle, armed as they were, and as the hologram was all that stood between them and death by orbital bombardment he needed all the help he could get.
With Dread having repeatedly prevented him from heading aboard the enemy warship, and was now ordering him to leave his bargaining chip behind, it was obvious that the AI was beginning to understand that he could not be trusted.
It had taken him long enough.

At least the signal he had mentioned broadcasting information on the enemies now attacking them meant that there was someone else within the system he could stow away upon. Perhaps if he was lucky it would be Shin attempting to draw someone in to attack the light cruiser. Getting others to fight his battles for him had always been a characteristic trait of Shin’s.

“As you wish” Blake answered, dropping the power suit onto the ground close by “be sure it’s put to good use. We’re going to need all the help we can get to win this fight.”
Unhooking the helmet for his battle armour from his belt and linking it to the catches across its neck ring, he simply nodded to Derad to begin the teleportation.

Now all he had to do was reach one of their drop ships before the other hunters had a chance to destroy them.

(OOC: One Star Trek moment later…))

Blake blinked repeatedly, the optical sensors behind the fake glass of his eyes whirring and clicking as they adjusted to the sudden loss of any nearby artificial light source. The sense of vertigo of the sudden shift from one location to the next quickly faded and he soon caught sight of the enemy ships close by. One small landing craft and two attack fighters patrolling close by.

He was currently hidden behind some half melted piece of machinery, on the edge of crater caused by the force of the plasma bombardment. Besides the occasional piece of wrecked machinery there was little in the way of cover between himself and the enemy soldiers spreading out between the Pelican, everything else which had been at the dig site had been blasted clear or simply vaporised.
Advancing quickly, clinging close to the ground, Blake headed for the ship.
"You can live forever or die trying."
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"...Fine. I formally apologize for my previous actions and assure you that, should you two not try anything funny, it will never happen again. I promise. At least, on this trip. Can't guarantee anything past that."

Nick glowered at Faulias, the apology ringing hollow in his ears. But he resisted the urge to shoot, and instead just whacked him in the gut with the butt of his rifle. "Now git," he said. "Fix the damn ship 'fore I change my mind."

Seeing it was more or less safe, Casey came out from the rocks she had ducked behind and clung to her father, the waterworks now uncontrollable. "Feel like a big man now?" Nick growled as they followed Faulias.

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"So, what will it be? Help yourself and help Travis, or we both die?"

At this point, Grace burst out laughing like some kind of crazy person. "Oh, but it's so much more fun this way!" she told him. "C'mon, Mr. Constantine, where's your sense of drama? Or does being a computer mean you don't get things like excitement and suspense?"

She stubbed out her cigarette on the bench. "By the way, you're a really shitty negotiator, you know that? A year or two, when I'm likely to get twenty plus? C'mon now. That ain't no kind of deal. Oh, and threats won't work either. Not with me."

Glaring at Constantine, she suddenly became a different person. A moment ago, she'd been a quirky if vaguely threatening girl, though perhaps a bit too scatterbrained to be truly dangerous. Now all of a sudden all that quirkiness had melted away, revealing the stone cold core that was underneath. Had Constantine a physical body, he might have felt that proverbial chill in the air.

"You got no leverage here, old man. None. So bring it on."

At that moment, an explosion could be heard outside the ship, off in the distance. Travis had set off one of the undetonated proximity charges Nick had previously set.

The Grey Fox grinned. "Looks like the party's starting."
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She's been through this before apparently, that didn't surprise Constantine much. She was an experienced marksman and combatant, it stood to reason that she had spent time killing before... and likely incarcerated too.

"It's the best deal -you- are going to get, you little witch." Constantine spat back, sitting calmly on the bench and scratching at his nose. "Besides... when Travis does deal with Kaviori, and he will you see, we will complete this bounty and from that moment, your life is over. He has Jenosa's body; it will have your DNA on it if I'm right, enough to prove you ran her through I hope. You will likely never see the sun again... and at this rate neither shall I, but you do not really care, do you?" He folds his robed arms over his chest. "No, you clearly do not give a care in the world, as it doesn't affect you at all... yet. You're safely in here.

"Yes, I fully admit I have no leverage, so what? You are in here, trapped and at the mercy of your captors; you have no leverage either but to annoy me with that cigarette of yours and I to annoy you with my very prescence. Kaviori will not give a damn, he intends to glass the planet and kill everyone on it, including you and your companions. Travis is one of the few who can do anything about it right now."

(And not to mention if it were up to me I would have elected to fly up and eject you into space...) He thought to himself, his spectacles upon a firm brow.

"What I am asking you is to see reason. Yes, I'm a computer, but I have a conscience too, and as much as I would love to see you burn, I can't let that happen."

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*BOOM!*

Travis' eyes seemed to fly out of his head in surprise... and then he looked around at where he was. They had been fighting here earlier... careless, careless, careless! He should have expected a trap. He seemed to have lucked out with that little excursion, his suit's shields absorbing what bit of the impact he could not escape.

But now he had a new problem.... no, make that two: aside from Kaviori's men not only being aware they were being attacked, they might find him. It would prove difficult if those aircraft became involved... and there was the matter of the cruiser.... He rolled down a dune, switching visual to thermal; with the cool of the night, the desert sand became far less of a hassle; the charges and other traps (for the most part he hoped) showed up with little issue on his visor. Now, he had to make a choice. Either he could continue to harass and pick off Kaviori's men in the dark of the night, or go loud and risk an attack by the fighters-

No, there was a third choice here. It was risky given that cruiser still hovered ominously in orbit, somewhat crippled as it was, but it would get dangerous if it became involved. Still, from this distance it would be slow to lock on and even more difficult to gain an accurate line of fire. With a bit of trepadation but immediate haste, Travis radioed Constantine

"Constantine, requesting pickup, do not drop cloak and stay low as possible, I have a new plan..."

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Hearing the explosion had caught Constantine by surprise until he heard the message, and then gave a smile to the woman sitting next to him.

"I suggest you buckle in."

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Quietly, the Arctic Storm hovered to a ledge just under Travis, allowing to hop onto the surface and use the top hatch to reenter. He took a seat into the cockpit chair, bonds appearing to secure him.

"Hey, you'd better strap in, things are about get a bit rough. Of course, if you'd rather end up with broken bones due to combat flight, that's fine with me. Your choice, right?"

The cockpit darkened and targeting features came online, machinery heard adjusting slightly. Travis had set the gunship into combat mode.

His eyes turned to the radar, watching for anything similar to a craft. The cruiser showed up clear as day to him, but what he was watching for were those escort fighters. He maneuvered into a gorge while still under the cloak, set the ship to hover, and waited.....


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I didn't sign up for this, Voree thought to herself, the female officer diving back into the berth of the dropship for cover. The firefight had started quick and hard; a lone marauder in a power suit began plastering them with plasma, several wild shots at some of the troops that almost caught her. The marines laid down a base of fire, repeaters and machine guns spewing lead and plasma toward their attacker. A few of the Marines had tried to flank, but they had yet to report back. "Commander," she called out, "what's keeping them?!"

"Lost contact, ma'am," he shouted back, giving off a burst of rifle fire. "I think we've got a sniper out somewhere."

"Then get the birds on it," she said back, un-holstering and loading her pistol, her hands shaking all along. She wasn't a fighter; she'd never even shot the gun outside of the practice range. She looked about, several marines scattered about in positions of cover. They were her soldiers, not Kaivori's; through their past history together, she'd earned the trust and respect of a great number of the crew. A series of plasma bolts struck the side of the ship, making her wince.

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The two Mosquito fightercraft circled the fight like vultures, hungrily awaiting a piece of prey to strike. Slowly, though, they turned and headed towards a section of cliff-faces, where the commander had assumed the sniper was aiming from. The two ships slowed to a hover fifty feet away, under-ship chainguns revving up for a half-second of ominous "whirr" before unleashing a hellish, indescrimate stream of bullets, the two ships pelting as much of the area as they could, because they didn't know exactly where their prey was hiding.


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(Chain guns, huh? It's a good thing that I bailed when I did then, hell of a way to cover ground.) Travis thought to himself as he watched from the gorge nearby, already prepping calculations. They had taken the bait completely like a hungry perch to a fishing line. He slowly maneuvered the Arctic Storm around, waiting until he was just behind the two craft.

Steady.... Steady..... now!

Without warning the Arctic Storm dropped cloak and immediately re-empowered its weapon systems, two pairs of laser weapons opening fire on both of the Mosquito aircraft from behind; it was right in their deadzone, there were would be no getting away from this. One of the Mosquitoes immediately went down, overwhelmed by the barrage of enemy fire. The other took damage to its right wing, breaking away in a hurry.

(Oh no you don't, you won't get away that easily...!) Travis thought to himself, firing up the thrusters and giving chase. The Mosquito and gunship, however briefly, were locked into a dogfight. The enemy craft suddenly turned around, the high-pitched whirring filled the air for a moment just before unleashing it's cannons.

(Uh-oh, better do a barrel roll!) Travis quickly reached for the left side thrusters and hit them hard. The Arctic Storm cut to a hard left and flipping over mid-air completely before turning around and unleashing another barrage of laser fire. Travis was looking to work that wing good with a continued assault. Clipping it yet again, the mosquito took another hit; it seemed that this pilot was fairly experienced as well since he was flying a damaged aircraft around with little trouble.

(He's good, if hopelessly outgunned.) Travis swung around again, a missile pod propping open on the Arctic Storm's left side. Two small seeker missiles fired off, chasing the wounded mosquito before making impact. This was enough apparently to cause the enemy pilot to lose control of the aircraft, his ship spinning out before crashing into the cliff-face; Travis flinched for just a moment.

"Ouch, what a way to go... poor bastard." He said with seeming sympathy, hoping that if the man did die it would be quickly. Now to do something about those ground troops.

Like a menacing bird of prey, the Arctic Storm now turned toward Voree's ship and her troops, hovering like the shadow of death in the night sky.

["Z'gato, get out of there, I'm about to get rid of this problem - permanently!"]

Hoping the Chozo was paying attention, Travis waited for a response.
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"I don't think there's much I can do, myself," Matthew admited to the AI. "All I've got is this pistol, and I'm still recovering from a hole in my side. It would be suicide for me to go topside. And I'll be honest, I'd rather not go messing around with alien equipent I don't know how to operate. The most I can do is try to hold off our guests should they find their way inside."

"That said, I do have one idea that might help you. Now, I might not know much about old Chozo technology, but based on personal experience, anything that draws this much power has to be hardwired. Maybe your connection to some of the systems is cut off, or it just needs to be manually activated. At least, it's typical military procedure for the Federation and several other militaries...and rich people."

Kathi watched another handful of dust sift through her fingers, then stood up. "Tholburne, you're the resident expert on these ruins. You'd be the best to figure that sort of thing out. And..." she sighed, "I'd like to help while I'm still lucid."

"You sure you're in the right state of mind, Kat?" Matthew asked, concerned.

"For now." She removed a snub-nosed 9mm pistol from the holster at her side and held it out handle-first to her brother. "You need more than one gun if you're going to hold them off." She gestured to the three remaining members of the excavation team before locking eyes with her brother. "Who knows, maybe one of them can use it."

Matthew returned Kathi's stare for a few seconds, then calmly accepted the pistol. "Alright, you two see if you can't find a way to help our electronic friend out. Derad, keep tabs on the people topside. We need to know where they're coming in if they do. One of you," he pointed at the dig crew, "help my sister and the doctor. The other two, help me get this room fortified. And I hope to God one of you knows how to shoot."

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Every shift was a graveyard shift on the Federation's remote listening outpost in the Halcyon system. Ostensibly, the station was there to monitor any Space Pirate activity in the area. However, everyone on the station knew that the tiny station, orbiting a cool red-dwarf star far out in the boonies of space, was the Signal Corps' dumping ground for the officers and enlisted men that nobody else wanted to deal with.

Corporal Dietrick Harvard struggled through the eight hour shifts every day, always waking up and going to sleep with the exact same stars outside his window. A box of cold, stale donuts sat next to the monitor at his station, accompanied by an equally cold cup of coffee. The corporal's feet rested on his desk, his cap concealing his face, but not his snores, from supervisors.

It also failed to keep the incessant beeping sound out of the corporal's ears. Dietrick lifted his cap away from his eyes to glare at the monitor that had broken his rest. Grogilly sitting up, he rubbed his eyes and began reviewing the messages streaming in. A second later, he rubbed them again to be sure he was seeing things correctly. The data coming in couldn't be real...could it?

Suddenly more awake and alert than he had been since arriving on the station, the corporal snapped upright and reached for his intercom microphone.

"Captain Ventralis? This is Corporal Harvard," he announced excitedly. "I...I think you'll want to see this."
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(OOC: Jedi, feel free to insert any shots or attacks at Blake during his charge, I’ll deal with any damage or reactions in the next post I make.)

They were scattered, panicked as they began laying down suppressive fire in all directions; trying to defeat the enemy sniper through sheer firepower.
It was a textbook tactic amongst the militias Blake had encountered in his previous years, take a guess at where your enemy might be and start shooting wildly in that general direction. The angry whirring of the soldier’s supporting aircraft filled the air as they moved overhead, heading out towards their assailant’s position.
They were sending their biggest guns to try and deal with their current enemy, apparently thinking he was their only threat. That removed one obvious problem for him to deal with, at least for the time being anyway. It would allow for him to focus upon the troops head of him.

Blake could see them currently scattered into small groups. He could guess that they were trying to present their attacker with multiple targets while at the same time trying to get into cover. That was going to prove problematic for his initial plan, to get into close combat with them all at once and prevent them from using their weapons at close range. One of the larger groups had apparently taken shelter behind the dropship, just over a dozen paces from where he was hiding. Blake knew he would have to deal with them first if he wanted to take the ship.

Slowly he rose up and began to run, picking up speed as he headed into a charge towards the group of soldiers, drawing his sword and thumbing the activation rune. The blade began to hum loudly as its internal enhancers and other combat systems came online, the weapon thirsty for battle.
“Courage and honour!” Blake bellowed, Instinctively yelling the battle cry which had been used in so many boarding actions by his ship, slashing wildly at the soldiers as he slammed into them from behind.

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Bursts of light flickered on and off across the Lightbringer’s otherwise dark hull as its gargantuan bulk swung to one side, the crew within seemingly trying to aim the ship’s prow towards some unseen target.
Only a few heartbeats later the main engines roared briefly, propelling the ship forwards and into the swirling mass of rock and ice which made up the rings of one of the worlds closest to G79. Squeezing past a pair of colossal asteroids, each of which utterly dwarfed the gun platform, the ship came to a halt lurking within a small opening within the debris.

A few moments later the battered doors of the main cargo bay opened and a number of rotund service drones noiselessly departed from the ship, the armour of their design swarming with the silver of countless nanomachines.

Ra watched in silence as this whole event proceeded. They were too far out for the Claymore to bother them and many of the asteroids would help cloak them from any long range bombardment the ship might bring to bear against them. He somehow doubted that the cruiser’s captain would be so gun happy as to waste valuable ammunition in trying to finish an otherwise heavily damaged ship.

Ra’s hopes now rested upon the brief signal they had been able to broadcast before it had been jammed. If anyone had received it.
Until there was any sign of reinforcements all he could do would be to mine was metal could be found amongst the rings and continue to make repairs.
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Jenosa was dead.

That, of course, was clear, plain and simple. There was not a breath to be taken in; not an eye or finger to twitch, and not even a single heartbeat to be registered, either by hand or sensor.

Yet as the situation grew, something...eerie was coming about. It was subtle as first, barely even noticeable; but as time passed for Grace, it was as if...Jenosa was still alive. Or rather, something around her in the air, but not in any way, shape or form, that you could describe. Only that it was it was like there was a ghost breathing down your neck.

One would probably describe the sensation as 'creepy.'
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Derad nodded in understanding to Mat's response, feeling glad that he was talking to a competent soldier, Galactic or Confederation. Having someone in the flesh with some leadership skills to help manage the survivors was a real relief; there was only so much he could do inside a computer. He missed having a real human body.

It was also extremely frustrating when the 'body' you had didn't fully operate the way you want it. In response to Mat's idea about the base hardwired sections, he said, "That much I was pretty sure on. It's why I was calling for help in the first place, as I have a very distinct feeling I'm cut off from certain systems. I was hoping to get some human hands and held manually restore whatever we could; it was also the reason I want Tholburne here, as she could help translate certain chozo ruins to better understand the systems.

He made a sigh, and thought about voicing his worries but stopped. The last thing he needed to do was to give the rest of the survivors more problems on their minds. Instead, he said, "You'll bet I'll keep an eye on them as much as possible. Now, Kat and Tholburne and a couple of you, go into that door I'm opening."

The sound of rock sliding could be heard and another room was open, this one containing a lot more electronics.

The three worked as best as they could with the alien tech, Derad keeping a small tab on Kathi. She was a good, strong woman, and that's what concerned him; he remember overhearing about her condition, and it'd be BAD to have her suddenly go nuts, especially here. To be frank, she was very helpful and focused, where else Tholburne did have some nervousness, not that she wasn't doing her job.

And by the looks of it, and after translating some vague texts, they thought they found what looks to be the bases high-end sensory wires. Sure enough, once upon plugging it in, Derad no longer felt like a blind mind; in fact, he felt rather omnipresent, but that description was an overstatement. He practically could make out what was in orbit, rather than simply barge into a ship's mainframe to find out.

Then Derad's hopes soared, and he yelled, "The cavalries here...well, ok, not the Federation, but the mercs and hunters like Dead Eye are in the zone."

As he said this, he searched franticly for Jenosa, and to his troubles, he could not find her. Where was she? he thought. She should be with the others; damn, shut must in Dead Eye's ship.

Even as he directed Kat and Tholburne to other systems, he felt mildly helpless, only able to see, talk but barely act. And as he observed the hunters work, he could see Dead Eye was making his way into a perfect position to blast them.

But as he did, a sickening sensation formed in his digital stomach. There was something wrong about this. He didn't know what, but there was, and it felt like time was of the essence to figure out.

And when he did, it wasn't a fact or a problem, but rather an emotion. The words of his conversation with Kaivori still rung inside his mind: "A livelihood that appears to disrupt others livelihoods. How fine." "Quite honestly, I'm wondering just how far you will go to get what you want; or more over, who's willing to follow you on that notion. But at the moment, I doubt that question is relevant..."

If any of those people were like cold heart thugs, he wouldn't have cared if they died; they would have deserved it. But the fact was, he really didn't know, and as an old, wizened grouch, he hated basing people on assumptions. He was going to give the ground troops and ask for a consensus, or at least chat with who ever is in charge of the ground; and if they did prove to be over all dicks, then so let it be.

The long silence that had filled the room after Derad's outburst was broken by a more monotone response. "I'm going to give someone a call; two people actually and I'm going to leave another one of my fragments behind. Hope you don't mind her."

This is probably going to give me a splitting headache.

With that, feminine, to the point voice took over.

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Time was definitely of the essence here, Derad thought, only it wasn't just Kaivori's ship planning to smite them; rather, it was keeping his allies from killing the enemy. In fact, there was a great deal of irony to what he was about to, a he was about to try and negotiation with the party here; and to be frank, he had no hint of what this part of the crew thought of the man.

He was most likely going to be dealing with thugs; but that, Derad once again quickly noted, was an assumption. He was going to give them one little chance, and that was it. He didn't want to risk lowering their defense to only be attacked.

Then again, he realized with a chill, if Kaivori lost contact with the troops on the surface, he might assume they were all killed, and go on a blitzkrieg with the planet; and now that made the situation all the more dire, and gave him all the more reason to act.

All right, he thought, looks like I'm going to have to take some really drastic measures.

A message sounded out of Voree's ship, loud and clear, and if she had been listening, she'd recognize it as Derad's. "You should know who I am, and quite frankly, I don't trust you; but what I'm about to suggest is in both of our interest. If this little party wants to live, I suggest getting everyone into the ship, as I'll be able to erect a force field around it to protect against the fire from the ship above; if you haven't noticed it already. Granted, I know it places you in a 'ducks in a barrel' kind of situation, but it's the only way I can trust you. You're probably smart, work out options fast, and," he added, "don't try to send out any orbital ranged transmissions. I'll feel very less inclined to protect you if you did."

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Jidan wasn't sure if he'd get his message to Dead Eye on time, all considering, by the bases sensors, how all the weapons were prepped. But might as well try.

Constantine received a message very specifically stating: "DON'T FIRE YOU IDIOTS! If Kaivori loses contact with the party, there's a good chance he'll glass the rest of the place; and trust me when there are several archeological survivors taking shelter within the safety of the ruins."
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"Travis, WAIT!" Constantine suddenly blurted out from thin air as the hunter began to take aim; he was planning to annihilate them all in one swoop with a missile bombardment. The hunter blinked for a second as a miniature hologram of his AI appeared, holding hands in the air frantically. "DON'T SHOOT!"

"Constantine, what is this about? What's going on?" He said, tearing his gaze away from the targeting systems for just a moment. The hunter relaxed his grip from the triggers for a moment. "Can't you see the situation at the moment...?"

"Travis... I just recieved a contact from an allied AI, Tholburne and the others are alive! And worse, if we DO get rid of them, Kaviori might simply glass the area completely!" The explanation was quick but thorough.

"So that's how he does things... maybe it won't be so bad if he disappears, but we can't worry about that at the moment. Patch me through Constantine."

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Jidan could hear the connection come to life.

"I got your message, I'll hold my fire, for now... but, I have a message for Tholburne; it's Jenosa's last request... tell her that Kathi is to recieve her portion of the bounty. If you're getting this, then yes... she- .... she's gone. I'm sorry."

One could sense the tread in his words.

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Just as Travis stood up, he could SWEAR somebody was standing behind him. He turned to look, but there was nothing there. Nothing that is but the rest of the ship, Jenosa's body and the cell he was keeping his prisoner in. He eyed the red-head's dead form for a good moment.

"So you are here with us still I guess, Jenosa... couldn't wait for us to finish so you're seeing it through to the end, huh..." He muttered.

Travis bunched a fist up at his side.
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Faulias rolled his eyes as Nick spoke up, the group headed back toward the wreck that used to be the man's ship. "Oh, cut the white knight bullshit, Nick. I did what I had to. You think you would have taken me seriously if I just waltzed up and politely asked for help?"

He shook his head. "I'm not the nicey-nice type. Asking for things isn't my style. If I could fix my own damn ship in time I wouldn't even be here, but I don't have the tools or the extra manpower to get it done anytime soon." Pausing for a moment, he surveyed the carnage left behind from the impact. Then, he gestured around at the smaller debris scattered around.

"Listen. Have your daughter start gathering these small scraps. We need to get to work on fixing the engines and thrusters."

"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way.

Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants."


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