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{{a| | {{a|opcobooneadventure|{{image|battletruck 1|png|}}}}{{smallcaps|As a blood-red}} sun dipped to the rim of the world, the procession thundered across the desert. An eighteen-wheeler Double-O battle-truck, flanked by a pair of picket-class [[COO]] gunships, hurtled towards the Settlement. | ||
{{Indent|Ten flat miles away through desiccated scrubland, oblivious to the battle-truck convoy as it closed in, the Settlement fell under the first velvet folds of night. | |||
On a high arête, they watched. They took it all in. They watched the convoy; they watched the Settlement, where seven great [[Infinite bafflement|baffle]]-towers ringed the citadel: gaunt sentinels guarding against the encroaching threat. A curlicue of smoke twisted from the central [[boilerplate]] processing complex. Besides, all was quiet. | On a high arête, they watched. They took it all in. They watched the convoy; they watched the Settlement, where seven great [[Infinite bafflement|baffle]]-towers ringed the citadel: gaunt sentinels guarding against the encroaching threat. A curlicue of smoke twisted from the central [[boilerplate]] processing complex. Besides, all was quiet. | ||
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“Hi!” said Clippy. | “Hi!” said Clippy. | ||
----At its nearest pass, Boone and Algy dropped off the running board, collected Georgie, and the three old pals linked arms and walked the mile back to the Settlement. Clippy the chatbot multitasked, steering the primed rig back to operations HQ. | ----At its nearest pass, Boone and Algy dropped off the running board, collected Georgie, and the three old pals linked arms and walked the mile back to the Settlement. Clippy the chatbot multitasked, steering the primed rig back to operations HQ. | ||
----Two klicks distant, Operations Officer Kurzweil picked his aching body out of a clump of thistles and swore himself to eternal revenge. | ----Two klicks distant, Operations Officer Kurzweil picked his aching body out of a clump of thistles and swore himself to eternal revenge. | ||
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