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City of Lothos
Feros III
4150.11.12 Galactic
“How long until the Alliance Navy fleet gets here?” Nick asked into the portable hand comm he’d affixed to the shoulder of his flight suit before transporting to the surface. He’d decided not to use the usual ear comm since the locals would think he was talking to himself. If he ever thought someone was talking to themselves, he wasn’t likely to trust them either.
“Twenty-seven minutes, Captain,” Gears said. The tech genius’ high-pitched voice sounded stranger than usual over the portable comm.
Nick took in a deep breath as he looked up at the tall glass and steel tower that Gears and the Kid had determined was the government headquarters of one of the two factions vying for control of this world. He let his breath out slowly, then walk
