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Chapter 38-3
Rahotep gave him a crisp salute. Dropping down onto all four paws, the Vengeance commander raced back through the tunnels to carry out Abaddon's orders. Abaddon sat down at the uncomfortable Sata'anic stool, its high back and slit between the seats adapted for a lizard tail, not an Angelic's wings. He threw out phrase after phrase, but the Sata'anic computer kept repeating its request for the password in a polite hissing voice. As he spoke, he caressed the ancient computer which had been brought back to life by the simple act of adding power. What civilization had spawned this technology? It didn't seem like any of the artifacts he'd ever seen from either empire's history books. His stomach growled. He pressed upon his comms pin and got nothing back but static. Shay'tan's tail! Without a
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