![]() ![]() “Did you say Sectarus class?” now he was interested. Stars, you have no idea what it’s like living with these-” ![]() I’m Sectarus class, this ship’s Cephalon listens to me exclusively. “Look, the only reason I’m still alive is the genetic lockouts. “Should have been caught but wasn’t,” I interrupted. “Something like that would have been caught during production and destroyed, only the military Grineer are given-” “Impossible,” I could tell he didn’t believe me. “The other Grineer are different, they’re still slow but they listen to him and do exactly what he says. “Won’t let me call him by anything else,” I needed him to believe me but I could tell he was struggling. “A Grineer?” his skepticism was palpable. “Bilsa,” Alarez’s voice pulsed out of my console, “we’re here to help but I need to get this straight you’re being held hostage by a…” ![]() I had been stuck on this ship for so long I had almost forgotten what an Orokin of his station sounded like. ![]()
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