The UnderClass Slinger flew low over the gray fields of swaying valthia that covered the vast flat plains of Diabloniqa. Vice Lord Durabe Kistellian snickered as the ugly gray and black lines of Outpost Diablo swam into view, just barely visible in its cradle nestled at the base of the Distended Mountains. Everything on the planet was gray and drab, including the sky, and Kistellian already found himself wishing for the luxuries of his ManorHome on Transutian, before ever stepping foot on to the coarse and rocky terrain of this place. |
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