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There's even a little tram station!

Powered by two A4W nuclear reactors and four great steam turbines, this Lanza-class behemoth carried out the bombardment of the Western Provinces in 82.

Thousands of tons of steel, hundreds of sailors inside, guns and missiles and torpedoes, and yet somehow still buoyant. A miracle, a marvel.

Wait until you get your hands on Bitter Wolf... she has a special straw... oh, and Radiant Wolf, he glows in the dark...

Oh, god, it'll be all sticky.

Red... black... terror... she sips upon her majesty, TYRANT WOLF.

Money exists like a theatre to a machine -- flesh-beings trading paper and metal in futile hope that it will solve their differences.

Not even the faintest tick from within -- the ancient payload is keeping your secrets close.

Look at those lights! Evenly diffused? Impeccable alternating pattern? That thing's not a bootleg.

Ridiculous. These wobbling, open-chassis abominations can barely function on solid ground.

Spoken like one who spent his whole life around gunhammers.

Gauging by the size of the hilt, it's likely its batteries would fit the imprinting device.

Whoa-whoa-whoa! Check out those LEDs along the blade. Note the reinforced hilt. This isn't some cheap knockoff, it's a genuine import.

You'd need five-axis milling machines, injection presses, stress-testing labs, and climate-controlled environments just to match the craftsmanship of that fur.

Assuming these cups do resemble cartoon wolves, you'd need five-axis milling machines, injection presses, stress-testing labs, and climate-controlled environments to manufacture them.

Let's be logical. Whoever needs it more -- you, obviously -- should have it.

That watch is five minutes slow. Her tech has failed her.

It's a botch job, probably won't even fire if he pulls the trigger...

LED lights are distributed evenly along the blade. Durable PVC hilt with textured grip. Impressive armament!

LITOST. The high priest of mirror tongues.

Two years ago, a decision tree split. You: Retrieved. HOLOCENE: Lost. There are hidden variables.

Modded tape deck with antennae to pick up the cricket's signal. Signature Ramses engineering -- zero budget precision, wretched and ingenious.

Unnamable homemade concoctions surround the motor cortex and zero in for the kill.

Light craft. Single turboshaft engine and a mere 120-litre biodiesel bladder. Favoured by the Aussaunnian militia and guerrilla groups.

The glasses only magnify what is fundamentally missing from the gaze.

Fuck the children, they won't miss what they've never had. You need the wolf merch more than they do.

Sixty-Six Wolves! Fuck the children, they won't miss what they've never had.

Despite yourself, you're impressed.

It'd be hard to focus, what with all those switches and dials to play with -- but you could manage to picture it.

Saturation twists the sound output on the receiver, the signal more than the electronics can bear.

The analog joy of greased levers actioning release mechanisms, sixty pound warheads sliding out into the sky with a whisper like a sword unsheathing.

It wishes to be left alone, but can see the devious intention in your eyes.

Looks like a hearing aid, or cochlear implant.

Obviously expensive, though the stickiness is probably not part of the original design.

Now that you have both parts you could try repairing it.

You could try getting the other half and repairing it.

Those don't count as actual weapons.

Agh! Debased! Destroyed!

You've taken the tools up one by one in the intended order -- now comes the final tool and the logical end.

From the implement table, the crank drill snickers at you.

Designed to be taken into the far reaches by cosmonauts. Any alien life matter can be sealed inside and brought home.

When you type in a sequence of characters it recognises as a command, the machine will react.

You should be able to pull up a directory of all network terminals. Try 'DIRECTORY' or 'NETWORK'.

RADIAN's fingers danced, each input a new incantation. The ember of his blunt pulsing with every keystroke. A sorcerer within his haze.

NETWORK should get you the list. Then it's just a matter of finding what you're looking for.

QUIT, definitely quit.

The Renotel technician had such a device -- the Voskol Auto-Negotiator. Maybe he'll let you borrow it.

The Renotel technician had a device that did exactly that. Maybe he'll let you borrow it.

Must be a security measure. A Renotel employee could get you through -- or, at least, their tools could...

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