"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok

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Katz looked as bad as he felt. The injuries from his scrape with the counter-revolutionaries had only been compounded by those hed earned on the research station. He ached, but it wasnt in his nature to complain, sitting down across from Doc was a welcome respite to the storm that life had become lately.

You know, he said sitting back gingerly in his chair. When I stumbled upon this whole Keeper, Order thing I never thought Id wind up being the one chewed up and spat out. Let alone staring at a Keeper nest Stay away from Chester, there are nasty things that go bump in the night out there

He coughed a little, fumbling for his cigarette pack, pulling it out and offering one across to the Doc.

Id like to say that everything was going well, but it seems that luck hasnt exactly been on my side. I made contact with a Doctor Pryce in an attempt to get him to study the sample inhibitor device I even managed to secure a cargo bay full of keepers for the purpose. He shakes his head, lighting his cigarette and taking a long drag upon it.

Tilting his cap back from his tired eyes, problem was, Pryce turned out to some kind of nomad thing they are onto what Im doing and they set a trap. It was a total disaster, the research gathered was lost, though I managed to save the nomad remains not that they are much use without a testing facility He paused blowing a sigh. My superiors arent happy, they were eager to see if the Order device could be weaponized in some way, perhaps a system wide device like an EMP-coil but for nomads but I dont think it can be developed on that scale. He passed the relevant data across the table. As you can see, the device in question works on the recipients system and not on the Nomads transmission source. Meaning that unless we can somehow deliver one of these things through a Nomad ship hull which I am told, is the hardest known substance out there and even then it would have to somehow be compatible with nomad physiology were out of luck.

Days of chasing ghosts, dead ends, and his own possible retirement into an early grave had left the young Lieutenant a little worn around the edges.

I did, however, learn one thing he tapped his temple. The device works.

He glanced up at the song changed, fittingly.
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