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Teran was outside the Blackrow facility, looking down at the building he was about to bust into. His normal armor had been replaced by a set of outrider armor bearing Cartel insignias and his firearms had been traded out for a thunderslug and a marauder. He was no Republic trooper on this...

Teran stuck the small macrobinoculars back into his belt pouch as he slipped his helmet back on. This world was... muggy. In fact, he really didn't care for it, but that's just the way it was, it seemed. The military had a funny way of sending you to worlds you didn't want to be on where it was...