The smell of incense was in the air.
Markk checked the fastenings of his coldsuit. Less for the cold itself, more to ensure that nothing locked up unexpectedly later, in some moment of heated action. The stupid suit had a tendency to click its joints into place, and deny him full range of motion. He really needed to request a new suit from Forward Logist…
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