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>The voice that came from behind was low, silky, and >matter-of-fact. "Don't do that. Their sensors may be >fooled by your pretty walls, but play too much, and >they'll notice a spike in the readings." In silence, >the assassin reclined on a nearby boulder, ebony fur >blending seamlessly with the shadows cast jaggedly >across the debris-littered ground. "For now, it's just >us. Let them know we have even this little hole, and >they'll exterminate us. And in doing so, there goes >this planet's only hope for revenge." She didn't speak >of hope, of salvation, or of freeing the barren >wasteland of a world from Drakkan slavery. Her words >were lined with the promise of death and blood for the >black overlords, not of rebirth for her shattered >adopted planet. > >Januya <I>jin</I> Jekki smiled coldly at the Korat and >fine-tuned her <I>shrr</I> rifle, the blocky gun >cradled almost reverently in her lean arms as nimble >claws danced over the internal settings.

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