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 {{a|opcoboone|}}{{smallcaps|As a blood-red sun}} dipped to the rim of the world, they watched the procession thunder across the desert, a mile below.
-<p style="text-indent: 20px; margin: 0; padding:0;"><div style="text-indent: 20px; margin: 0; padding:0;">An eighteen-wheeler operations battle-truck, flanked by a pair of [[COO]] picket gunships, kicked up a wide pillar of dust that billowed and hung over the desert. Ahead of it, a dirt track snaked ten flat miles through desiccated scrubland to a low-lying, dusty settlement ringed by observation towers.
+<p style="text-indent: 20px; margin: 0; padding:0;"><div style="text-indent: 20px; margin: 0; padding:0;">The eighteen-wheeler operations battle-truck was flanked by a pair of [[COO]] picket-class gunships. They hurtled along a dirt track. It snaked away for ten flat miles through desiccated scrubland towards a low-lying, dusty settlement.
+A curlicue of smoke, tainted pink in the dying sunset, rose above the Settlement, framed by the observation towers that ringed it.
 The watchers stood on an arête, 4,000 metres above the plain. The tallest of them was shrouded in a billowing canopy. The outriders either side of him straddled dirt bikes.
-The three watchers took it all in. They exchanged glances. They ''knew''. Presently, the towers around the settlement flashed coordinated pulses of light: ''three long, three short, three long''.
+The three watchers took it all in. They exchanged glances. They ''knew''.
+The Settlement was ringed by observation towers. Presently, the towers flashed coordinated pulses of light: ''three long, three short, three long''.
 The tall one pointed and said, “That’s it. That’s the signal. It is time.”
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 “''Jesus'', Boone. When will you learn? This storm is coming, whether we like it or not. It’s ''coming''. We just have to deal with it. We can get through this. But we have to be ''aligned''.”
-Boone looked up from the wrist-com. He regarded the great expanse beneath him, yawning away to the horizon. A curlicue of smoke, tainted pink in the dying sunset, rose above the Settlement. For a moment, he smiled at the brilliantine recollections of his life in that wonderful settlement. He drank in the beauty. These were his kin. His people. His ''life''. His ''home''.  These were ''his'' tranquil traditions. The ancient solemnity. The august institutions. The whole gamut of ''[[precedent]]''. Imponderable. ''Indispensable''. All of it was ''his''. And they were surrendering. They were lying down and taking it. As these death machines advanced, he saw their collective futures dangling above the abyss, hanging by a single [[golden thread]]. He knew it: ''he was that golden thread''.
+Boone looked up from the wrist-com. He regarded the great expanse beneath him, yawning away to the horizon. He survveyed the Settlement. For a moment, he smiled at the brilliantine recollections of his life in that wonderful place. He drank in the beauty. These were his kin. His people. His ''life''. His ''home''.  These were ''his'' tranquil traditions. The ancient solemnity. The august institutions. The whole gamut of ''[[precedent]]''. Imponderable. ''Indispensable''. All of it was ''his''. And they were surrendering. They were lying down and taking it. As these death machines advanced, he saw their collective futures dangling above the abyss, hanging by a single [[golden thread]]. He knew it: ''he was that golden thread''.
 “There is too much at stake, Chip”.