A grenade blows Martes clean in two, leaving the extractors' resident slime both physically and mentally divided. Reuniting the warring factions of her personality will be a challenge—even if they don't kill each other first.
Order! Order!
!نظام! نظام
Ich bitte um Ruhe!
Silence ! Silence !
Ordine! Ordine!
Ordem! Ordem!
Порядок в зале заседаний!