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“She be an acquaintance of mine that me saved from t’ blossoms that feed of corpses. Me have to get a personal revenge for 'em attempting to murder her.”
“Ah, I see. To be honest I don’t pay much attention to who gets what as long as they stand between me and me professional pride, see? But lately I be thinking through this violence thing… a wench in one port said everything I step on turns to shit. Jac, it be your call, then it be. I have a small arsenal aboard, if ye not comfortable with t’ handballista ye have there.” Furcat pauses, then continues, “I be havin’ some plans in me mind already.”
Should me pay visit to the armory first or hear the plans riskin’ gettin’ to action straight?
> Translatin' Floran gibberish: "Be adviced station crew, a greatly dangerous murderer is wrecking havoc onboard Bloomsoil. The strike team has surrounded suspected sections of the station and is advancing, Floran stay indoors!"
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