Apart from all worlds.

Aware that she was, compared to these strange folk from the groundcar, the most physically outlandish of the group, Vela shuffles to the side as unobtrusively as possible. She hopes to avoid too much direct scrutiny, and keeps her mouth shut.
 

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They were wearing ventilator masks. That didn't seem good. Jacques glanced at the sickly sky. The air must be more poisonous than they had thought. He flipped the safety of his plasma pistol but held it behind his back. "I don't see much choice. What do you guys say. Take wheels, ride away and hide. Anyone know how to drive?"
 


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