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Lonely Commander

Silver. Bertrandite. Greasy hands.
Gold. Indite. Groaning steel.
Cobalt. Gallite. The Empire hunts me.
"Greetings, Commander!"
"An ally like you is always welcome here!"
"The rumours were true, good thing I found you first."
"The boss'll pay a lot for your traitorous head."
The lonely crawl and the lonely haul
To a Type-9 Heavy built not to stall.
Silver. Bertrandite. Crackling joints.
Gold. Indite. Tired eyes.
Cobalt. Gallite. Tired of the interdiction pulls.
I haven't seen the news
And the galaxy feels empty.
I haven't meet a single person
With a soul in months.
Where is everyone?
Do you like it?
︎1 Shiny!
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