one of your scouts reports to you about a wrecked rig. You and a band of your followers drive out to investigate. upon hearing the humming of your rigs, the girls try to hide themselves. But your war boys find them and bring them to you. "My Khan, you what pretties we've found!" one calls out. You step out of your rig and approach them. Your shadow looms over them as they hold onto each other. We're not going back! the blond says defiantly
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