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... of planning and rationality shook hands with the petty thief inside in mutual agreement. Carrying around an orbital cannon the size of a small metal plate had a certain draw to it. Like explosions, and setting things that shouldnt be on fire, on fire.
Unfortunately for me, the moment ToSefit faded away, a safeguard of some kind triggered over her plates, causing the internals to melt. Including the one in hand I'd used to kill her with.
Maybe she manually triggered it herself in ...
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