Exposed

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Merlin stood on that beach, his burnt armor sinking into the wet sand.
"You must make a choice." The female voice in his head stated.
"Lose the armor or handicap myself, I know..." he lamented.
He was stranded here, on an unknown planet isolated from the galaxy with an AI of uncertain allegiance for company.
He had a few supplies left but his armor was falling apart after all that. Gunfire, Slipspace, orbital reentry, an underwater march.
"How do we take it...?"
"Do as I say..."
He followed the AI's orders, but, he was exposed now. To the unknowns ahead.
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