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*Most of the sand has been cleared out of the shack now, although the floor's still about a foot higher than it should be and the end furthest from the door (the one with the computer) is piled high with the stuff. Most of the equipment is visible again, and Dune Runner's bunk, on which the still-nameless Giska is snoozing. There's a Tonka bulldozer by the foot of the bunk, already showing signs of scratching, and an odd sort of gun discarded on the workbench.
There's a scrabbling at the door, and then it slides open. A hare with a jetpack flies in, and unless one knew it was a desert hare, its identity wouldn't be immediately obvious.
Well, that and it knows the passcode for Dune Runner's door. That's a bit of a clue.
Dune Runner flops down onto the ground - not a great landing, but what can you do? - and looks around, just in case the human's still following. He can hope, after all.*
There's a scrabbling at the door, and then it slides open. A hare with a jetpack flies in, and unless one knew it was a desert hare, its identity wouldn't be immediately obvious.
Well, that and it knows the passcode for Dune Runner's door. That's a bit of a clue.
Dune Runner flops down onto the ground - not a great landing, but what can you do? - and looks around, just in case the human's still following. He can hope, after all.*