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... istant Viper transport plane cut its plasma plume and landed steadily on the iron-plated deck.
Four gray-robed men were escorted out of the cabin by four players clad in exoskeletons.
One had taken a bullet to the left leg, bound crudely with a bandage, hobbling with each step. The other three bore no gunshot wounds, but their dirt-streaked faces showed they had suffered plenty.
Here, none would pity them.
They were Apostles of the Torch Church.
Or rather, ...
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