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The base was old - a dusty relic of the last war, right at the fringe of the sky - but after we’d stolen the prince’s private skyjet to escape from the palace, we needed somewhere to hide.
They’d be looking for us. We needed a plan.
I am tired, so here’s (I hope) a vaguely soothing person waving in friendly fashion from across the hill.
Look. I’ve only been asleep for 200 years. Yes, I promise I’ll be up to join the fight against the Dark Lord. Can I *please* just have five more minutes?
🙂
The woods can be confusing. You need someone who knows the green places like...well, like the back of their hand!
We’re not busy. Need a guide?
🙂
When you call a ship, the alien Maker device near Mars will manufacture one for you. It will come for you.
You never know what you’ll get - but it will be yours, and answer only to you. The maker will never give you another.
Where do you go?
All of populated space is waiting.