A large pile of weapons, furs, and clothes sat next to the naked, relaxing mercenaries. Boots, coats, and thick socks were among the discarded items. In front of them rolled blue waves, beneath them was warm white sand.
"Sven, pass me more ice," Karl said.
Sven reached through the dimensional portal into their frozen, war torn home world and scraped some ice off the ground and plunked it into Karls fruity drink. Screams and explosions sounded through the portal until Sven switched it off.
"Aliens sure know how to make good tech, am I right?" Sven said.
Light snores answered.
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