You walk in the desert in the cool of night, with a squad of Inquisition members leading you past burning hills of sand and shrapnel. You are in chains, having been found hiding underground in the ruins and being taken to Inquisition HQ. Suddenly, a vroom noise is heard from behind as a motorcycle whooshes by in a blur of orange and green, two Inquisition members collapsing dead clutching their necks which are bleeding dark onto the sand. You crouch as more screams echo into the night…
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