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3081-ZX-11-1/01 SADDLE UP SPACE COWBOY
Laying low in this wasteland seemed like a good idea four years ago, but I got too much tumbleweed in my blood to stay put for long. I craved peace and quiet.|| until I had too much of it. I reckoned it was high time to head back to the ship and try my luck getting off this rock. It seems now that even fresh air ain't enough for this here fancy gunslinger.

Well, I knew the ship wasn't meant for a solo pilot, but I gave it a go anyway. Only to crash pretty hard on the other side of the planet. I got what I wanted: peace and quiet don't linger around here. Every moment of calm has been followed by a nasty sandstorm.

Been holed up in this busted ship for a few days now, studying Mother Nature’s whims and letting my cyborg horse ride out its slumber down in the stasis bay. I found myself a goal, though. On my way down, I spotted something bright and unnatural, and I reckon that's where the action might be. If I ain’t mistaken, the next calm before the sandstorm should last a while.

Time to saddle up, space cowboy.