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It was a question the rest of the crew pondered as they stepped into the odd smelling air. A barrel was leaking some green substance, the wind thankfully blowing the smoke away from them. The platform seemed to creak beneath the weight of the shuttle, the bridge- yes, a bridge-  shuddered occasionally.

The sky was tinted oddly, the rust was a dark green. One could only hope that the rest of the trip would be uneventful.

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