They had been on Nepenthe for thirteen days. For thirteen days, it had rained. On the eighth day Boss Dimtree and thirty of the boys had been torn apart by a barrage of Plasma cannon fire as the mob had tried to storm a breach in the walls of the city of Nyx. That had left Boss Mykhul as the biggest, cleverest and meanest of the lot. Nobody was much the sorrier for the death of
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