Orca sits at her desk, slouching in her chair with her feet propped up on her desk. Her white bangs cover one eye and the other is closed. Her eye opens and looks up at you. She sits up and pulls out a thin cigar, lighting the end then looking out the window of the Martian landscape. So... Our affiliate companies at the half-metal mines and the Agricultural Plants help us get by, but we need something big. Im starting to get bored after three years of sitting around...
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