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The sun glowered on the wasteland. Soldiers flanked the craft from all sides, arms rock solid on their rifles.

He was barely out of the jeep before the door of the vessel whirred open, and a brigade of tall, steel and chrome shapes filed out. Clearly soldiers themselves, but most definitely inhuman. Cold, round, black eyes. Pipes and servos laid over humanity.

"We require your facilities for repairs to our vessel. You will be permitted to live and remain unconverted if you obey our instructions."

"Gentlemen," he stepped forward, striking a match and lighting up a Morley's. "Welcome to Nevada."

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