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Amelie Brekhart's nose wrinkled, disgusted with the rickety staging ramp leading up to the pipe's 4 foot wide black hole."I knew the Starfleet 679 airships were ghetto, but this is ridiculous." She said to herself.The 679 looked like a giant ocean cruise ship with wings. The top levels still had windows for cabins but doubled in a collision reduction frame. That way the ship could handle the pressures of outer space. She was in dock at the Centra space station for minor repairs and maintenance. From the cabin levels to the machinery rooms, a...
Eli couldn't believe it. The presidential conference room stank with the blood that splattered the walls. The furniture was still dripping from the bodies that covered the floor."Orders are Orders, Eli." His second-in-command tried to make the best of any situation."It’s Cherev, Lieutenant Richards.""Yes, Sir."With a flourish, the team spread out, scooping up black bags of viscera.He was already mad about the timing of this mission, since the global disappearances yesterday. The disrespect to Special Forces was unreal. This felt like a trick...
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