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/INFINTY! COME IN INFINTY! EXPERIMENTAL SLIPSACE PELICAN HAS BURNT UP ON ATMOSPHERIC-ENTRY! WE HAVE SUSTAINED MULTIPLE CASUALTIES, ONLY ONE SURVIVOR!... Me...
/Tell the guys in R&D I brushed up on my scientific process... then tell them they're assholes...
/I mean field testing an experimental slipspace dropship is one thing... BUT USING THE DROPSHIP TO TEST LAYERED SLIPSPACE JUMPS?! And the rest of Fireteam Verdant called me crazy... and now...
/I've crashed on an unknown planet, breathable atmosphere... I know this because I spent the past five hours searching for my helmet, because it wasn't secured properly... that brings something up... the air brushed across even the smallest of my chin-hairs leaving me feeling... strange? powerful? drunk? No, not drunk but more of a powerful feeling like nothing else...
/Do you know the ancient legend of Merlin? This feels, literally magical... I know it's insane but - wait... there's a large group of people coming from the north...
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