"You know I literally tune myself, right?" asks the Exo Hunter. "Besides, you know I can't go back there." I straighten the leather wrap around my Tex-foundry rifle. "No, I mean this thing." I run my hand over my body. I swear, she kept us like a pack of strays." I sigh. "That shipwright still around? She used to make cider in the autumn. Been running too long without cutting the engine," I say. Our rifles low, our Ghosts high in the canopy like sentry drones. Gaelin-4's war beast leads us through balmy Venusian jungle. "Long, short, they all end the same way." -Katabasis
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