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It’s a day or so before the special commlink chimes in Razorback’s hotel room. Razorback is immediately awake, if he was truly asleep to begin with. He does take a second to answer the call as if not certain he truly wants to. “Good morning,” he rumbles into it after tapping the answer button. “Is…
Home again, Razorback Cliffwalker steps off the transport, his brow furrowed as he looks around with a sigh. His tail sways behind him as he makes his way towards the gate and Alhira. Two militia guards flank the gate at this entrance to the city. One holds up a hand while the other hefts a…
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The following message – text only – is received on general broadcast to comms of ships normally available for passenger transport operations: _”URGENT: In need of quick transport off-planet. Call attached # upon arrival. My thanks, Razor.”_ The message originates on Demaria. Kethren raises an eyebrow at the incoming message signal flashing on the Amadaun’s…
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Shortly before first dawn, Razorback and Bluefang arrive on the edge of a crater in the depths of the Sand Mother Desert. Within the crater is a walled outpost consisting of a few squat but sturdy buildings and a transmission tower. It does not appear to be occupied at this time. The Cliffwalker’s nostrils twitch…
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