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The Machine"Whoever controls this planet controls, at the very least, this sector. No one faction has been able to gain control so far, though. There's simply too many all vying for power. The larger corporations all stand the best chance, of course, over the small-time prospecting or engineering firms, but again, there's too many for it to be easy, and they would never agree to share. Wouldn't be . . . corporate. There's also the thousands of gangs that have sprung up, all from individuals looking to get rich. But there are no wars for this planet. Not any more. There was one, the one that caused the Crater, and that ended them all. Because the machineThe Machine
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Wross Wraythron“Ah,” Medrig sighed, sinking back into the plush comfort of his side of the booth. Nenorhiel sat across from him, a small table between them. They were in The Dragon Tongue’s Lounge, a place which thought of its guests first. The booth they shared was designed for privacy, but also to allow the occupants to enjoy any show that might be going on, if they wished, and also to be well aware of any goings-on in the rest of the lounge. The booths were located on the wall opposite the performance area though, as those who truly wished to enjoy any available entertainment sat at a simple table. There was no show presently occupying theWross Wraythron
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Medrig LorinA small, polite cough caused Medrig to start and turn around. Stepping out of the falling water to get a better look at the fuzzy shape he saw with water in his eyes, he saw a slim woman in deep purple, gold-trimmed robes, and jumped. He had been taking a shower in the small waterfall that tumbled into the pond. He turned back and shouted over his shoulder.Medrig Lorin
“Terribly sorry to be rude, but would you mind closing your eyes for a moment?” The woman smirked and answered back.
“What? And miss the show?” she said sarcastically.
“Would you just . . . this pond is fed by a glacier, you k
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Erika Belleraphon Profile“Subject - Erika Belleraphon, Primary of Desecrated Purgatory. Born on GraveSword, early 37-aught-5. This corresponds tentatively with the period legendary Master First-sovereign Jake Belleraphon spent as a Transient and it is known he visited many Grave-category worlds, notably GraveBane, but also GraveSword, during this time. Erika Belleraphon claims ignorance of her parentage, stating she was raised mostly by work-bosses and grinders. Standard genetic screening has shown signs of extensive manipulation at the hands of suunnata, but she has consistently turned down offers of Clarification, a fact that has lead many more devoted individErika Belleraphon Profile
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