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“Hey guys, we’ve got… company, I think. Saw something out towards the north, I think it’s a group of rangers or something.” Scouring lifted himself up from the couch and immediately rushed towards the windows on the right side of the structure, the rest of us following him and peering out into the restarting blizzard. Sheesh, even back home storms weren’t quite this nuts… maybe. Fuck, I can’t remember… Staring out into the snowfall, a grayish form did make itself apparent in the distance, headed by a pair of yellow lights either side of it’s head. Okay, so what is that thing gonna be? Friend, foe, apathetic robot, depression-stricken robot? Hopefully not something headed here to blow us all up…