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The ship glided above the orange dunes of mars. Many eyes followed its progress, though most of them were not human. For some of the current inhabitants of mars, the ship was a welcome sight. For others, it signified a likely death from the hands of a terrible enemy.

The ship turned towards an enclosed valley and its pilot beamed himself down on to the planet dry surface, stirring up a small cloud of dust as his feet hit the ground. His weapon in hand, Tristan Tempore smiled. It was time to meet the Cabal of this dimension.