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"What to do, what to do..." - Moriner paced nervously around the temporarily deserted part of the residential block. During training in Orion, he had a clear task and instructions on where to go and what to do, not counting the teacher's help, and he only had to worry about the purely mechanical aspects of the work. But here, it seemed, everyone had completely forgotten about him: no orders from superiors, no opportunity to attend briefings, no appropriate equipment or separate gear. Perhaps he shouldn't worry before the start of the first armed clashes, as there was nothing to tell yet, but this oppressive atmosphere was putting a lot of strain on the former student. In the end, Moriner decided to ask for permission to visit the Illith Chronicles.