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As the transport lifted off, one of the prisoners bade it farewell with a raised metallic finger. Being on a prison ship had been a hell of a time in the literal sense, but somehow being off it now promised to be worse.

Still, it was freedom - freedom to wander the desert and die, but at least there was a chance of getting somewhere better. She took a look toward the others who'd been dumped off the ship and saw a couple unusual figures among them; a spacesuit that was definitely not moving like a human was in it, and a robot without its head.

[i][color=fdc68a]All right, this is who I've got to work with. Hardly inspiring, but I suppose I'd best go introduce myself.[/color][/i]

As she approached, though, she caught snippets of what the others were saying. "Marine Corps". "Special Warfare Command". Soldiers. Soldiers meant trouble, no matter where you stood - but these were the ones she was stuck with, so she continued her approach.

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“Howdy, y’all! I been called lots o’ stuff, like Thief, Stealer, Slag, Rustbucket, Sumbitch, and so on. But I like Bandit best. I was made for minin’, but these days the ‘mining’ I do is makin’ other folks’ stuff ‘mine’, hehhehheh!”
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[color=fdc68a][i]Well, now, seems like there are some here I could reckon with.[/i][/color]

She stepped up to the group, standing beside "Bandit", and gave them a nod.

[color=fdc68a]"Jane Marshall, but they just call me CJ. Fought in a war once, don't care to talk about it, made a lot of bad decisions and now I'm here. Sounds like some of y'all plan to come out of this alright, so I intend to join ya."[/color]