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Too many addons and someone was a nigger to me somewhere else, it looked fun doebeit
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signalisgram woke up dni
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Star units are dommy mommies btw
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i want to plap tall foid dyke robot!
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>>17548227Nvm I was thinking of something else
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gump
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GEEEG
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> Tap. Tap. Tap. The hammer beats the piton well into the crevasse, and then some. A hard tug yanks downwards, testing its resistance, and upon verifying its stability; “That’s the last one.”“Thank tha Revolutionary, and bleeeeee-yuss El-Tee fer puttin’ us on pinto duty.” An ALKR unit complains, voice poised with sarcasm, her body dangling off the craggy surface saved by nothing more than a climbing harness connected at her hip. A second one rappels down, her rope zipping under her hands, leaving a contrail of powdery chalk in its wake as she descends. She joins her comrade. “It’s not so bad, Azimuth, ‘least we don’t have to hear her screech at us three-thousand metres above sea-level.”
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The fuck you niggas gigaquoting
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>>17548710>“Always ruinin’ ah good thing with ya bad Juju. Ya just had tah open ya fat gob.”“Keep talking like that and I’ll gladly shut it for you too.”“Rationmarks tah words: ah’d like tah see ya try.”There’s a shifting of weight as she ties a hi-vis ribbon to one of the anchors, “You don’t have any rationmarks, Az.”“Constant Cairns.” The retrofit chides, “Cairns, Cairns, Cairns… Yah haven’t bin payin’ much attention… Made mah-self ah pretty 'mark the jus' tha otha day.”“What– You? With– that was–?”An exchange of looks, knowing, but no words are raised. None in observation, nor objection. Just a simple cock of the brow, a wry grin, and a mouth stirred agape with disbelief.“Oh-ho! Az, you sly dog!. They'll kill you if they find out!”"Aah, thas tha thing. They won't." №17548789[Quote]
>>17548766bro looks like that and says that
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>She was created by AEON towards the latter batch, assigned initially on Rotfront as a Communications officer within the Protektorate. She is a Generation 5 Segler (Swift) Replika, spending the bulk of her operational time of several months aboard Rotfront Orbital, where her cadre was stationed to maintain some of the Nation’s more sensitive communication arteries. From the orbital station’s sealed listening posts and switchboard arrays she monitored every encrypted and open channel that passed between the station, the surface of Rotfront, and the outbound transport corridors alongside her sisters. Her Bioresonance helped her blend almost invisibly with the transmissions of distant operators and passengers, filtering civilian chatter, military traffic, and the faint signatures of Imperial infiltrators without ever drawing attention. In this role she functioned as both silent wiretap and living firewall, ensuring that no unauthorized transmission left the system and that every authorized message reached its destination intact. It is also beyond pure interception that Hase primarily also served as the primary liaison coordinating secure hand-offs between orbital shuttles, surface elevators, and deep-space freighters bound for other Nation holdings. When Empire agents attempted sabotage— often through planting false orders, jamming relays, or seeding bioresonant dissonance among transport crews—she isolated the offending signals, working with her sister cadre to cut the saboteurs off from their networks, and guided Protektor units into position for quiet apprehension. The constant vigilance and the very occasional over-use of her isolation ability left her with the familiar Segler fatigue and migraines, although she remained quietly obsessive about her work, finding fairly consistent moments of stability in the soft static of distant radio traffic and the precise rhythm of a well-maintained switchboard to keep her sanity and mood up. Ultimately, she was to be reassigned as Kolibri units began to roll out, which led to her awaiting in cryosleep for her next assignment.