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    He could feel the night chill gnawing at his flesh, debilitating in its cruelty, even as he tried to find shelter from the cold wind. There was little to be had underneath the old highway bridge, forcing the man to retreat back into the shadows, drawing the threadbare blanket tight around his shoulders with shuddering hands. Far above, vehicles raced across the causeway, a constant drone quenching all other sounds in the night, even the rivers rush seemed weak in contrast.    “You're back.”    The voice caused him to jump in surprise, the abrupt motion causing the man to stagger across the gravel strewn ground. A purple tong

-December 21st, 3246- "We ain't leaving Ryss." "You're fucking joking, right?" Sergeant Ryss responded, even though Moore's strained face made it clear that he wasn't. They had reached Centerpoint easily, and gotten rid of responsibility for the Boarders crew as swiftly as possible, but that still hadn't solved the issue of reaching Fyra proper. "They don't have any long-distancers, only got a few Drakkens, and a squadron of fighters, they're keeping those for local and it's not like we can fly any of 'em." "What about another blockade runners? Or resupply ships." "After that last disaster, we're done. No more resupply missions. From th