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ETHAN WAS PILOTING a flitter along the dry river bed that led to the caves, the vehicle piled high with supplies he was bringing over from the original settlement, when he saw Twyla. She passed him on another flitter going the other way, flying quickly. He lifted a hand to acknowledge her but she didn’t seem to notice him. He continued his journey, mulling over the impending issues the Gens would soon face. Though the Gens had already transported so many containers that they’d nearly filled the caves designated as storage areas, they only had in their possession around a tenth of what had been brought down from the ship. It was a big problem. If they wanted to entirely cut ties with the Woken and the Guardians and go it alone, they couldn’t keep returning to collect more food, equipment,