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... r dangling, air thick with cigarette smoke and Ikona hum. Sylira hunched over a console, her wire-like Ikona coiling around her wrist, sparking as it patched into the system, her blue shard flickering.
Roachaline slammed her knife into a table, shards sparking, her insect Ikona skittering beside her. "Talk," she said, voice sharp, leaning forward, her attractiveness fierce, scars glinting. Sylira’s fingers danced, console beeping, map sharpening. "Depot’s got rations, ammo, three shard s ...
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