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Scout clenched her jaw, focusing on keeping the rover steady at full speed as the treads under them started shaking apart. She was vaguely aware of the canyon walls rushing past them on either side, drawing ever closer as the canyon narrowed. The rattling that echoed through the cockpit was louder than the still-barking dogs. She could feel it in her teeth; they would be chattering against each other violently if she loosened her tight hold on her jaw for even an instant.
There was a slight metallic tang on her tongue. At some point she’d bitten down on something but didn’t give it the attention to figure out if it was lip, cheek, or tip of her tongue. Instead she narrowed her eyes, not letting the rover jump to the side as it propelled out of another dip in the ground. Her arms were a
