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The morning’s light crested the distant mountains and an orange glow swept across the land. Though the air was chilled from the receding night, the light brought with it a stinging warmth which the still winds did little to mitigate. Animal cries began to pierce the air. Chirps and howls and buzzes turned the morning into a cacophony, one which seemed to permeate every corner of the narrow valley. To the scrap salvagers already hard at work, the light and noise signaled the end of the easiest part of their day. While the sun was hidden and the air was cool, deconstructing the remains of derelict imperial and rebel ships and weaponry was laborious but tolerable. With the arrival of the day however, soon the heat would make all but the most hardy of species desperate for shade and water. Rey Nenn paused in her work to look back at the rising sun. She squinted as she stared, her expression unreadable under her cloth scarf and dark goggles. After a moment she turned away back to the