"I'm going." Lyst stood glaring up at the officer, a scowl furrowing her brow and her pale, frekcled face waxing red. Her uniform was disheveled, jacket undone, shirt untucked and covered from head to toe in dust. Her auburn hair was pulled back and damp curls lay matted against her sweating cheek
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Woo, the tech planet! I can tell because there is an air conditioner =)
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