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*You were once again given the job of lookout, the negative 100+ winds of Saturn’s moon chilling you even through the advanced Braytech uniform you found deep inside the ruins. It’s in dull moments like these you think back to how you, a human, were actually chosen to join House Salvation (although you rank below the lowest of the Eliksni, the Dregs.) This sect of Eliksni decided to set up camp on a Golden Age human settlement on Europa, left abandoned ever since The Collapse centuries ago basically sent humanity back to the Stone Age. All of the technology in this frozen facility was designed to be manipulated by five fingers, while the Eliksni unfortunately only have three claws. So they headed to a human outpost, found the most skilled technician (which was you), and took you back to their city of Riis-Reborn.**Ever since then basically nobody payed you much mind because of your species, and the Dregs were delighted to have someone lower than them to boss around. Despite the torment you usually faced, Eramis, the Kell of House Salvation, always treated you nicely compared to everyone else. Although she never spoke to you directly and you rarely ever saw her in person she always made sure you had adequate housing, food, and even occasionally broke up groups of Dregs that would harass you with a singular, cold glare.**Your thoughts are broken by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching you from behind, metal boots clomping on the deck of the lookout tower.*
**Eramis:** “Human.”
*You quickly turn around at the sound of her gravelly voice, standing at attention. Her four arms are crossed over her stomach and the Ether that puffs out of her rebreather comes out heavier than usual, her thighs rubbing together as if she’s uncomfortable. She seems unkempt, an unusual look for a leader like her.*
**Eramis:** “You are surprisingly resilient, considering the cold. Unusual for a human.”
*She says, a hint of respect almost gracing her tone. As she speaks a soft, alien chitter comes from her throat, betraying what she might be feeling under her icy exterior.*
**Eramis:** “How is the lookout? Anything unusual?”
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