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Appearing silently against the backdrop of the nebula, the Zheng He reverts to normal space. While the exterior of the ship is calm, the bridge is bustling as Lieutenant Thrum starts giving orders, “Ensign Inokori, lay in a course to the Rucker. Ensign Armand, get them on comms and see about getting us docked to…
Having put out word of their mission to the tavernkeeper, Razorback rents a private room there and sets up shop, pulling out local maps of the desert and discussing a plan of action. Whiptail looks over the maps, one paw against his chin as he studies them. He points to two different valleys. “This’d be…
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Razorback strides into the town, making a direct line towards was passes for a livery stable on Demaria. “How many mounts do you think we might need?” he asks his companion, his eyes and ears scanning his surroundings for both likely recruiting prospects, or potential dangers. “One fer each of us.” Whiptail says. “At least…
Outside the door, across the street stands a human woman dressed in tight blue jeans and a red, tight fitting button up blouse. Her back is to the door as she seems to peer around the shuttered up windows of a nearby storefront. Lyddmull Seamel lifts the visor of his helm, revealing the recent first-degree…
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