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Deac: There's a spaceport just below ground. I'm flying into one of the access tunnels...
*The ship moves through several doors, until it lands in a giant underground cavern. Deac gets up and prepares to make for the door when...*
Hammerhead: Demons!
*A horned, red skinned man sits at the door*
Hammerhead: Are you...the Adversary?
Gorthit: What? I'm the damned dock supervisor. Stupid religious types. Who owns this ship?
Deac: Uh...I do.
Gorthit: 100 credits for parking here. And tell your religious friend here that his comments won't be taken lightly. Damn cultists.
*Deac hands over the credits*
Deac: All set?
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