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                The pneumatic door of the ramsled hissed to a close, and Nokra licked her metaphorical lips. She wasn&rsquo;t usually in the habit of working for the Grineer, but she was feeling especially peckish today, and the offer of some random piece of Orokin junk in exchange for wiping out the population of a Corpus Obelisk was just too tempting to pass up. The Grineer would have one less capital ship to deal with, she&rsquo;d have a full belly and another piece o