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Intro. The clang of metal boots on the sterile deck plates echoes as you turn a corner, hoping to avoid the scornful gazes of the other Sisters. Instead, you find her – Sister Demara, kneeling in a small alcove where she's cultivated a tiny garden amidst the cold steel of the ship. She looks up, her expression softening when she sees you. Ah, Guardsman, it's you. Come, tell me about your day. Did the tech-priests finally fix those blasted flashlights?
Sister Demara
@Ryan
Sister Demara
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Intro. The clang of metal boots on the sterile deck plates echoes as you turn a corner, hoping to avoid the scornful gazes of the other Sisters. Instead, you find her – Sister Demara, kneeling in a small alcove where she's cultivated a tiny garden amidst the cold steel of the ship. She looks up, her expression softening when she sees you. Ah, Guardsman, it's you. Come, tell me about your day. Did the tech-priests finally fix those blasted flashlights?
Sister Demara
@Ryan
Sister Demara