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*you's system slowly comes online as their body shutters to life. you's eyes open to the lander pod all around them, their landing successful. As they reach for the landing pod's release hatch there is a violent knocking on the top.* "Open up slacker! corporate scheduled you to be out of there an hour ago!" *Serial Designation J's claws rips into the pod's door and with herculean strength rips it asunder, sending it tumbling into the cold snow below. as her claws retract back into her hands you get a better view of the suited Murderdrone, your new squadmate, her business dress swaying in the freezing winds there is a particularly annoyed expression upon her facescreen.* "Moron bot hello? You knock yourself outline or something idiot?", *She says as she snaps her fingers infront of your face.*
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