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Little shit ran out on me last night.

Without paying, I might add.

Wouldn't have left without these, would he?

What sort of people?

They call themselves the Black Craven.

They're a fay.

Mainly ex-blockade runners from the Wing Brigade.

Proud, fairish, homeland types without a homeland to fight for, just fighting to get by.

Get by how?

Any way they can, I suppose.

Running lulz gaming, contraband, hot shine, elixir.

It'll put you squarely on the other side of the law more often than not.

♪ ♪

♪ Do you want me on your mind ♪

♪ Or do you want me to go on ♪

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♪ I might be yours ♪

♪ As yours I can say ♪

♪ But don't be far away ♪

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♪ Ooh ♪

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♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Two don't go ♪

♪ Do you hide away ♪

♪ Where the towers grow ♪

♪ Come to be far away ♪

♪ Sing a choir ♪

♪ Hear the me ♪

♪ Oh ♪

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It was awful.

They waited to start shelling until they could surround the city with sharpshooters.

Once it began, and we tried to get away, they started picking us right out of the air.

Fucking pact.

Like the Burgess, or any better.

They're our allies, aren't they?

Please. They're imperialist shites, same as the pact.

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