23 – Prelude


    Obviously normal, chemical propulsion pistols are out of the question, I''m in a sci-fi universe.</em>


    sma</em>. Real, honest to god, sma and not some molten g or concentrated me. I was tempted to pick it apart and find out how it worked but considering the embarrassing number ofspistols that blew up in my face trying to do just that I needed more practice before doing that.


    cool.</em>


    try me fuckheads.</em>


    My shame didn''t get transmigrated along with me, unfortunate. Well, not really.</em>


    once before</em>were in a far too bad condition to use telepathy on and I had no idea how tech worked here. I was sure there was real meaning behind the binary babble and whatever chanting tech priests tend to do to coax machines into working order but I couldn''t even begin to figure out what without knowing said chants and binary code.


    I</strong>'' adorned with a stylized skull in the middle. In short, it was a replica of an Inquisitorial Rosette, only a replica but I depended on them not even asking for it but then again it was good to be prepared.


    I''m just a lone girl stuck on this, nothing dangerous on this rock at all.</em>


    it''s always skulls and gold.</em>


    What the hell?</em>


    probably a Magos or even an Arch-Magos</em>


    real</em>scientists and inventors in the gxy and I enjoyed his book.


    Okay, a Magos, a VIP and what looks like an Arch-Militant with a bunch of his underlings.</em>


    I wouldn''t put it past them to be able to off me ... if I sat down in front of them and took whatever they could throw at me with my face.</em>


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