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Re: Refuge City
*Just after landing Throt lowers the ramp and throws his long coat on over his slung rifle and pistol holsters. Looking himself over he nods to himself before departing. While the Xexto is walking away from the ship the ramp closes and locks, only for Throt to re-enter. Turning his attention back to the city he remembers exactly why he was here. During the flight he got a message that dis-pleased him. Several of the anti-matter injectors were shot and they didn't have enough spares to re-fit them all. He needs to find a new one for his reactor or the Red Plunder will need towing to a dry dock. That wasn't going to happen with his current state of affairs and plays on his mind as he walks the strangely empty streets.*


