engines that run on blood and tears and prayer and stars; swords and sorcery and rayguns; old-school science fiction and newfangled urban fantasy. the empire has long ago burned to dust and the good captain is tired.

OR: there's little like the steel of a revolver, the thrum of a warp core, the hum of magic at your fingers. (but that was then, this is now, and there's nothing quite like the burn of good old terran whiskey)

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