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"It is in the crucible of war, the seething cauldron of death and woe, that one finds glory and the measure of his fellow man." -Attributed to Lord Solar Macharius In the faraway future of the 41st Millenium, our vessel, a Universe-Class Mass Conveyor, slowly but surely passes through the sleek black of the void. We are in deep space, having just completed the drop-off of a large cargo of foodstuffs in a deal of negotiable legality, but good profit. We introduce our major crew members: |
