The Unknown

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In his cabin aboard the Sarcophagus, Raoul Duke was staring at a wall. He wished there had
been a window, but windows are a structural weakness. Finally, he tossed the apathy away, stood up and left the
cabin. This recon mission was lasting forever with no results so far, and the only thing to do there were
simulations and making fun of Bolevara. He made his way through the corridors and decks, cigarette at the corner
of his mouth and a bored look in his eyes. He eventually made his way to the cantina, where he gulped a cup of
coffee and had a little meal. He didn't doubt colonel Golanski's decision, because they were usually correct, but
the lack of activity got him a little anxious. With his spirits slightly higher, he went to the armory. There, he came
up to a sealed locker in the corner of the room. He pressed his face against a retinal scanner, and after a green
light and a beep, the hydraulic locks opened with a hiss. Inside was a custom-made sidearm firing positron-
encased tungsten slugs at near-luminal velocities, and his trusted High powered scoped gauss rifle. One can
never go wrong with superior firepower... He picked it up, and startled dismantling it. This mechanical work
was a routine he'd do every once in a while. I don't wanna my face blown off due to the lack of weapon
maintenance, and the oafs around here probably wouldn't know how to put it back together. After that, he locked
his guns away once more and went down to the engineering deck. He knocked on one of the simulators, and a
head in a helmet leaned out. The visor opened, revealing Scott's face. Hey Brian, fancy a round in the ol'
simulator? Sure, why not? Right, be there in a second. Duke made his way to the second one, put on the
neural interface gloves and a helmet. It reeked of sweat and bad breath. He opened the visor to get some fresh
air and shouted: Who was in here before? It smells like a pack of hobos slept in here! I think it was Bolevara...
Oh great, just as I thought. He closed the visor again, and immersed himself in a smelly training excercise.

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