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Abigail Rainn

The telekinetic tactician and strategist.

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a character in “Exodus: Aeon”, as played by LulzyRobot

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Name: Abigail Rainn
Age: 25
Height: 5'5" (165cm)

Personality

Abigail is a logical thinker and a tactician. She uses her head instead of her fists in most situations. She only gets rough when there is no other option in dealing with a situation. She sees the other people in the crew of the UEGS Marco Polo as allies, and not friends. She is reluctant to open up to anybody but she is genuinely perplexed when people show interest in her, since usually she doesn't reciprocate. Abigail is not someone who you should get on your bad side. Although she doesn't have top-of-the-line fighting skills, she will find out what makes you tick, and destroy you from the inside (figuratively of course).

Weapons/Abilities

Abigail's main ability is telekinesis granted through her robotic arm. She is able to lift objects a few times her own size with it and hurl them at opponents or potential dangers. The tech in the robotic arm also grants Abigail the ability to create energy barriers to keep her, her allies, or objects of interest protected, as long as she's focus. Any break in the focus make the barrier waker or causes it to turn off entirely. Lastly, she has implants in her brain that allow rudimentary translation of foreign languages, making her fluent in many languages. She can read and listen to the languages but cannot read or speak it back unless she learns like everyone else. As a very last resort, she can always throw a good punch with that metal arm of hers.

Backstory

Abigail's family had a reputation in joining the intergalactic exploration/ military units of planet Earth. Her parents followed suit on that path but, unfortunately never returned. Abigail received the 'Missing in Action' letter when she was very young, and that is a letter she receives quite often in her lifetime, as she moves from relative to relative as she grows up. This however did not frighten her but only motivated her further to be a Rainn to return from an intergalactic mission successfully. She devoted all her life to schooling and training for the betterment of humanity. Straight after graduation from the military academy, she was hired to be a diplomat and interrogator. She had several successful missions, until one mission everything went wrong. During an interrogation, the compound they were in was ambushed by the inmate's accomplices and Abigail was caught up in the ensuing explosion, losing her right arm.

This, again, did not deter her from her goal. She was granted the use of a robotic arm with telekinetic functions and after recovery was assigned the intergalactic mission she dreamed her entire life. So now she work as the tactician of the UEGS Marco Polo, determined to find a new world to help humanity to live on.

So begins...

Abigail Rainn's Story

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The setting changes from UEGS Marco Polo to Fourth Deck - Cryo Chamber

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Abigail slowly got herself out of the chamber, denying the help of the assistants. Darkstar's shouting rang in her ears, but the orders were clear but almost deafening. Wake up, get dress, and get straight to business. She stands up straight after a few moments and stretches a bit, to get her movements more loose and natural. Finally she looked to her right, robotic arm and flexed its movements as well. Nothing was damaged through inactivity. She walked out of the Cryo Chamber and walks to her room. Her footsteps echoed in the hall along with others who were around. Regardless of the populated space cruiser, you could still feel the lonliness in space if you thought about it for too long.

She makes it to her room, he uniform neatly folded on her bed already. Abigail wasted no time in getting dressed and cleaning herself off. Cryo sleep, unfortunately, isn't beauty sleep. Finally when she was finished she looked at herself in the mirror. Her pink eyes staring right back at her. Her skin was quite pale, but her hair in contrast was pitch black, with highlighted streaks of platinum blonde. She ever so slightly smirked at herself. "You're finally here, Abigail" She muttered. "Now don't fuck it up."

With that she left her room and headed for the meeting room, her poster stoic and her expression serious. Just as she had ben taught.

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In a corner of the Cryo Chamber, a few assistants went to activate the battle droid that was crouched, attached to several machine. When the button was pressed on the console, the droid rose to life as its lights blinked within itself, and finally the screen on its head projected his face. As soon as it had control over its motor functions he swiped at the assistants to get away from him. "All I need you people to do is press the on button! I can handle my own calibrations, thank you very much!" Raxis snapped. Raxis stood up, plucking wires out of himself and moving just about every joint in his body, except his bladed wings. He knew those worked. Raxis looked to his HUD display and saw his first objective. Go to the meeting room. "I wonder what inspiring speech he has for us this time. Hahaha." Raxis said. In his robotic voice, you could still hear the sarcasm. A deteriorating mind, yet somehow the sarcasm and emotion still run strong.

He too, headed to the meeting room. The personnel backed away from has he walked, either from his staggering height, or they didn't want to be near his bladed wings, even if they were sheathed.

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After about a few minutes of walking, Abigail walks to a large elevator to reach the second deck, where the meeting room was. She walks in quietly and turns to face the open door. The elevator was empty, though she didn't mind. She actually preferred it. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a metallic claw holds the door open. The figure of the tall battle droid, Raxis, crept inside the open elevator and the doors closed behind him. Raxis stood, hunched over since the roof of the elevator was rather low, since it was made for regular sized people. The two stood in awkward silence; the only thing that would make this worse would be elevator music. Until finally, Raxis turned to Abigail. "I don't believe I've seen you around before. You don't look like the soldier type. Hahah!" Raxis chuckled.

"Our mission is to find other worlds habitable for human kind. Not conquer the galaxy. This mission more than just jar-heads." Abigail responded without batting an eye.
"Ohohoho, snippy. I like that. I'm Raxis. I would bow or salute but I'd rather not accidentally destroy this box they expect me to call a lift." Abigail is silent for a moment, almost like she ignored his comment.
"I'm Abigail Rainn. I'm a tactician as well as in interpreter or interrogator if needed."

Before Raxis could reply, the door slide open to the second deck. The meeting room was just down the hall. Abigail walks out and approaches the meeting room with purpose in her step. Raxis watches her as he too gets out of the elevator. "A Rainn. Heheheh let's hope she won't be bad luck." And he follows her to the meeting room, his metal talons clanging on the metal floor.


Abigail makes it to the meeting room and sees Captain Jergennsen sitting at the table and is quick to salute him. "Captain." With that she nods and takes a seat. She noticed a gruff looking man in more casual attire sitting at the table as well. She too had casual wear but didn't think it proper that she wear it to their first meeting. Soon after, Raxis walks into the meeting room, his light-lit eyes look to Jergennsen, his default grin plastered on his face. "Aren't you a morning person, haha." Raxis used no formalities and remains standing near the table. One could understand why his didn't try and sit on the chair.

The setting changes from Second Deck - Meeting Room to Mess Hall

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Abigail sat up straight in her seat as she listened to the captain speak. It was just as she expected. Formalities. Though she didn't mind. The commanding tone of the captain made her feel confident about Jergennson. But then again, actions speak louder than words, so she still had some personal evaluations to do about him. She almost got lost in thought until, once again, Jannelo's yelling snapped her back into focus with a jolt. She knew there'd be at least one person in the chain-of-command who would be the screamer. Once he finished speaking, Abigail immediately got up and headed for the mess hall. She walked down the hall wondering if her rush was because she was just really hungry or because she wanted to avoid the awkward 'may I sit here?' question.

The doors to the mess hall slide open. Abigail looked to the mostly empty seats, a few maintenance workers were already eating. The room was a lot bigger than she expected. She headed straight for the cafeteria table to see what in god's name was being served as food.


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Raxis was purely amused by Jannelo's barking. He didn't care if it was a front for trying to act tough or if he was really just...like that. He looked around the room to see all the crew members of significance and specialty. "Oh I think we'll have lots of fun" Raxis muttered in a low volume. "Excuse me, lovelies" Raxis walks between a few people and casually nudged them out of his way as he left for the mess hall.

Raxis chuckled to himself when he was alone and walking in the corridor to the mess hall. "Ahahah what a bunch of nerds. What do you think Durandal? I know you're watching me"

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Abigail quietly ate her food alone as she watched more and more people file in from the meeting. She had to admit there were a wide variety of people on board, but she did take notice of the dominating soldier types, which made her a little concerned. She was about to take another bite of bread when she noticed a tall, well-built man sit next to her. He definitely has been through a lot in his lifetime. She could see it in his face, yet he still looked very young. The man was wolfing down his food like no one was watching. She sat there for a moment watching him from the corner of her eye. Just when she thought he wasn't going to acknowledge her, she took a bite out of her bread but is caught off guard when he speaks up. Mouth full, Abigail just looked at him with her usual expression. She finally swallowed and cleared her throat a bit.

But, before she could respond, a massive humanoid crocodile called out to them, and sat himself down. His massive stature caused the whole table to shake and Abigail's glass of water to spill onto the table. Luckily, she had most of it already so the resulting mess wasn't as big as it could've been. She looked at Mosa at first incredulously. She's heard about all kinds of genetic modifications to humans that have been going on recently but she's never yet seen anything so excessive but yet, so stable. After a moment, her expression soured once she noticed her spilled water. "Yes. A lovely morning." She responded to the beast sitting across from her. Abigail turned to Erik, the man sitting next to her. "Well considering how we've been asleep for ages, I'm just about as hungry as you are so I'm not exactly at liberty to share my food." With that, she takes another bite.

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Raxis turned to Gelon. He didn't really liked being called his old name, Dago. But Gelon admitted to be being a fan of his work, so he kept his grin plastered as he looked down at Gelon. "Ahahahah, or maybe he does spy on the showers. Not like he'd be a pervert, ahah." He teased. "An admirer, are you? I got very few of those back when I was a man of flesh and blood... and even less so now." Raxis's grin widened and his eyes closed for a moment. "If you truly respect me, I suggest you call me Raxis. I've abandoned my biological being, including my name. I'd rather not be reminded." His eyes opened again. "I'm sure you could do that, right Gelon?

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The blue gator-like man seems more beast than man, with both his horrid table manners and noiy devouring. He has somehow made the act of eating a chicken leg seem like a bloody massacre; the bones crushed by his jaws and fangs, bits of the flesh strewn across the bowl like splattered blood, and fleshy chicken juice dripping down his chin, some of which he noisly slurps. It takes him a moment to finally notice the glass he spilled when he sat down, and he turns to Abigail, facing her with his crocodillian grin. "Sorry bout that. Mosa replace laterrrrr." One wonders..is this an intimidation tactic, or is he just naturally this savage?

Mosa then pulls out a large and juicy burger, and begins worfing it down, while making small talk. "So!!", spewing bread crumbs over his bowl as he talks with his mouth full. "Where you two from?", he asks, before continuing his munching.


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The woman in black looks between James and Preston, and doesn't lose her smile. "You looked lonely...I figured you could use some company."

She chuckles lightheartedly, and twirls a fork in her hand, before poking a piece of watermelon with it. "...but It's always nice to see me being proven wrong.", she glances briefly to Preston, before putting the watermelon piece into her mouth.

"Name's Clockwork.", she said simply and directly, in an unaggressive tone.

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Abigail watched as Erik left the table. She kind of wanted him to stay because now she's alone at a table with a giant blue crocodile man. Abigail awkwardly turned to look at the beast, telling his name was Mosa, was now wolfing down a burger like nothing. "Uuuh" she started, then corrected her look and posture to be more formal. "I'm Abigail Rainn, I lived my childhood on Earth but spent most of my life on Mars at the military academy." She didn't feel like divulging anything else. But since the idea was to mingle...

"So what's your deal? How did you become so....you?" She asked with a slight hint of curiosity.

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Raxis cackled. "Really? I wonder just how much you know..." He was thoroughly amused by his new fan. He figured he should milk this for as long as he could. "Eye cybernetics? Ahhahah Thats reeeeallly easy. You'll just have to SEE for yourself. Ahhah! When you get it right you'll truly be a SIGHT for SORE EYES." Raxis cackled again, even louder this time. He knew those were shitty puns, but he mainly laughs to unnerve other crew members walking by. He looked at Gelon. "Should a human like you get food?"

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Mosa nods vigorously as he listens to Abigail's story, munching on his burger all the while. "Mars, eh? Hehehehe, Mosa has HEARD of Mars!!...Hehehe..wouldn't you, uh.." Mosa pauses as gulps down a large piece of the burger. "...Wouldn't you get an eyesore from all that red? I know I would!", Mosa says, grinning.

Mosa chuckles, putting down his burger to grab a glass of water. "Simple, really! Mosa grew up in a test tube! An itty bitty test tube. It was all blue and gooey. Then I got biiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggg.", Mosa then gulps down his glass of water, and wipes his mouth with the back of his left hand. The only thing that'll make him more messy right now is if he burps....

"Da wanted a son, but he was...eh, inadequate.", Mosa says, chuckling heavily.

"So he resorted to SCIENCE!....And here I ammmmm.", a guttural noise finishing his explanation.

Mosa leans back, tilting his head and glancing to the ceiling. "Never did explain why he wanted a 'gator, though. Always curious about that part."

The setting changes from Mess Hall to Stratevaria

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Abigail did her best to keep her stoic look, trying not to look at Mosa talk and eat at the same time with disgust. "Oh, so you were always like that...ok. And you get used to the red after about a year, I'd say." Abigail didn't know what else to say, she didn't want to anger or offend with any more questions. At least, not on the first day. Abigail looked at the time. 15 minutes had gone by and it felt like nothing. She figured she should head to the combat room a little early, if nothing else to scope out the room. Abigail quietly sat up from hr seat and looked at Mosa. "I'm going to head to the combat room now, so I'm sure I'll see you then." She picked up her food tray and put it in the neat pile to be cleaned. "Unless you come along, that is..."

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Raxis rolled his screen eyes. "Yes yes I know Durandal's watching. See? You've even upset the ship's AI. Questioning it's intelligence like that, pssh." He teased. Raxis looked at one of the console's with the familiar green, eye-looking logos. Raxis grinned devilishly. "And its a good thing I've got nothing to hide from an all-seeing AI. Ahahhaah except for maybe in here." Raxis tapped his head with his claw, making a few clanking sounds. "Welp. I'm off to show the crew why I'm even on board, ahahahha!" With that Raxis turned and started walking to the combat room. "Later Gelon~"

The setting changes from Stratevaria to Second Deck - Training Chamber

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"ALRIGHT!"

An hour has passed as everyone, including the medic Katherine and the armsmith Nyles is summoned to the training room. Jannelo marches in front of the entire crew, with his hands behind his back, putting on his drill sergeant persona once again.

"You had your fill, you had your rest....now it's time for ACTION!"

Jannelo stops marching, and points towards the combat grounds.

"I'm sure most of you've seen this set up before...and if you haven't...WELL!"

The target shooting boards pops out of the rails, with red dots all over its body and head. It moves left and right, or forward and back, depending on the rails.

"Shoot, hit, or blow up the damn things! I wanna see how good your arms are."

Jannelo folds his arms.

"Your score will be based on your speed, accuracy, and efficiency!"

And then he cocks his head.

"Durandal, START RECORDING!"

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Abigail walked up to one of the shooting range podiums promptly. She wanted this over with. Anything to get Jannelo to shut up. Abigail watched the targets moving around sporadically with no visible pattern. After a moment she raised her right, robotic arm and it started to glow a magenta colour, as well as her eyes. Suddenly the targets halted in place and the heads twist and yield under an unseen force until finally crunching. All of Abigail's targets looked like they had shrunken, crumpled heads. Luckily for Abigail, since the targets were made of an easily malleable material, she was able to subdue the targets much more quickly than if it was actually a human being...or genetically modified being. Abigail has trained vigorously with her relatively new found telekinetic powers granted by implants and other means, so this task was easy for her, even if it looks like cheating.

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Raxis watched around as others went to their podiums, and he did the same. Raxis wasted no time and locked on to all of his targets. "Hyeheheh easy enough." Raxis raised both arms and fired laser shots at the targets. Some shots shot for the targets' heads, others were aimed at the heart, and as a joke, one shot shot a target in the crotch area. "Ahahahahaaa!" He then shot the crotchless target in the chest. "This is nothin'" Raxis muttered after a robotic cackle.

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Ozma Howitzer and Deunan Knight trains nearby; Ozma showing off his gun-kata skills which are quick, and stylish, if inefficient. Meanwhile, Deunan is quick on her feet, but isn't very good at her aim, and her score is, in Durandal's database, the lowest so far.


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Jannelo folds his arms and nods, looking over everyone, then claps twice.

"ALRIGHT! Good job everyone, but we're not done yet. I've seen you all fight one by one....but now is time to see how well you play as a team."

Jannelo gestures them to line up, and looks over the assembled soldiers, eyes briefly glancing to Erik, but mostly focused on the entire group.

Standing straight, Jannelo holds up two fingers. "TWO TEAMS; TWO COMMANDERS!....Any volunteers?"

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Jannelo looks at Erik and nods. "Gunnarson, red team. Choose your squad!"

So far, the lineup is....

1). Abigail,
2). Raxis,
3). james,
4). Preston,
5). Gelon,
6). Clockwork,
7). Mosa,
8). Deunan,
9). Ozma,
10). and possibly Nyles, if he chooses to join.


Jannelo then turns around. "Alright! Who's gonna lead blue team?"

At the same time, he glances to a nearby camera, and orders, "Durandal, prepare the simulated battlefield; Urban warzone!"

The target shooting boards are retracted back into the rails. In their spot, barriers, metal covers, and walls of various height and thickness appears. A pair of turrets also appear; one in the red zone, the other in the blue.

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Abigail stood in line just as directed. She looks short in comparison to everyone else but that didn't bug her too much. Jannelo started on about teaming up for something. Oh boy, she thought. Teamwork. She didn't mind teamwork but on-the-spot teamwork with a bunch of jarheads wasn't to her liking. When it was asked who would volunteer to lead red team, Abigail knew Erik would step up immediately, since from their talk earlier, he was a sergeant after all. She listened as he picked his team. Just like school, last one picked, she mused in her head. Finally, she looked at who was left who she assumed would be their team but still wondered who the leader would be. After a moment, she looked at Jannelo. "So, what? You want us to shoot each other?"

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Raxis happily walked toward his new team looking down at all of them as Erik was spewing out his tactical plan. Raxis cackled after Erik finished. "It really is quite hilarious that you have a plan that could possible kill the other team, who also happen to be crewmates. HAH, if I didnt know any better, I'd say you have a hate-on for everyone." His face screen's grin curled. This was going to be fun.

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Jannelo's face remains stone cold at Abigail's remark. "Funny.", he says, in complete deadpan.

He then looks at the remaining crew members ---Abigail, Preston, Mosa, Ozma, and Deunan..

He looks back at Abigail. "You."

"You lead the blue team."

He then folds his arms and sits on a stool.

Ozma looks surprised --and seemingly a bit angry, as he crushes his rose. Mosa, on the other hand, looks quite eager, cracking his knuckles before putting his helmet. Deunan nods to Abigail encouragingly, nervousness very visible in her face.

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Abigail let out a small gasp. "Me? Lead? .....Fantastic." You could almost see the sarcasm. She turned to look at her team as they gathered around their blue turret. She eyed them one by one, thinking for a bit. "Alright, I'll start right off the bat that I'm no leader but thats not to say we can't win this."

She takes a deep breath. "Right, so, I noticed that Erik snagged members that can get us from medium to long-range, and maybe even close range. They've got all their bases covered. The turret is the biggest concern. I'm going to need one of you to take it out." Abigail looks at Mosa. "You could throw one of the metal covers at it, we have more than enough to spare. We'll also need someone to operate the our turret. So whoever thinks they have the best aim, go for it." Abigail flexes her robotic arm's claws. "I can create force-fields that are extremely resilient, bullet fire isn't much of a problem for me, so you all can get closer to your targets, since I know most of you favour melee combat. But I'll need to focus in order to keep them up so I need you to keep anyone off my tail." She sighs. "If things go south, I trust your judgement to do what is necessary. Big rule. Do NOT let them gang up on you. Work in duos if you have to. I'll hang back behind cover, shifting position every so often so I can focus. I'm open to suggestions."

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Preston watched as his brother left for the Red Team. It was somewhat funny to him, since they had always worked together. But he really thought nothing of it, since it was just a training exercise. As he was turning to head back to the remaining crew, he heard his name, among others, being called out by Darkstar. He walked over to the group and listened as the blue leader was finally chosen.

He looked over to Abigail as Darkstar assigned her as their leader, keeping quiet as she addressed the group. He glanced around at his teammates, checking each of their expressions, to which he found Ozma's the most amusing, as it was both sad and funny. He then refocused as Abigail went over the battle plan, nodding lightly in agreement to ideas he agreed with. When she asked for suggestions, he glanced around and raised his hand. "It sounds pretty solid. As you said, work together and use good judgement. Fighting isn't by-the-book. It's unpredictable, so adapt to the changes accordingly." He took a quick glance back at Red Team. "Remember, no one fights alone."

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Mosa,holding his helmet under his right arm,nods vigorously. "NO problem!",with a boisterous, sure, but not overconfident tone. He seems quite happy with his team,though something about him....perhaps it's that predatory glare...? Makes it seem like he's just glad to finally find a chance to shoot something.

Ozma nods to Abigail's words."You think quickly and carefully. Let's just hope Miss Fortune is on our side today." He seems to be very eager to criticize her, yet could find no fault in her plan....for now.

He then gives Preston a doubtful look."No one fights alone..but nobody could use anybody as a crutch either",he thinks to himself.

Deunan stands straight and salutes Abigail eagerly."Y-yes ma'am!" Doubt and lack of confidence in her mind, but out of the three, she seems to be the most eager to work together.

The alarm blares, signing the beginning of combat. Mosa puts on his helmet and reloads his light machinegun. "HAHAHA! Showtime!!!", before scrambling over, with Ozma behind him.

Deunan reloads her pistol, then turns to Preston."S-sir!" She must've noticed he is unarmed, and keeping a calm face, she offers him her pistol. "I have a spare!"

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Preston took a step back, startled by the unannounced alarm. He watched as Red Team got into formation, while Mosa and Ozama took off into the action, leaving the rest of the Blue Team to catch up. As he searched around for a weapon, he heard Deunan call to him. He turned to her just as she finished reloading a pistol and handed it to him. He took the pistol in his hand, quickly giving it an inspection. Seeing as it was fully loaded and the safety off, he flashed her a quick smile and nodded. "Thank you kindly, Deunan. Let's do this."

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