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[h2][color=6ecff6]Fox[/color][/h2][/center]

<<[color=6ecff6]We just disturbed a graveyard full of ancient war machines. I'm sure it's nothing.[/color]>>

	Fox's artificial tenor came through as dry as the desert around them. Despite his casual tone, the young man began to redeploy with an almost aggressive haste. Redirecting the Ravens up and over toward the disturbance; he kicked on the Outrider's repulsers, pushing up the exoframe to float less than a meter above the ground. Skimming the dune-tops, Fox angled his path far to one side of the disturbance in order to hopefully not be in the way of anything inbound on the LZ.

<<[color=6ecff6]Soo... any bets on what we just woke up?[/color]>>

	Fox asks a little too casually; settling into a dune as he waits for visual conformation from his drones.