𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘨: 𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘪'𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘷 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘌𝘪𝘴𝘯-𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 28 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴-

𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛

𝘉𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 -

Neral was much better looking

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩, 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵-

He was a decent officer, unfortunately he was a traitor

I fear Bochra is being a touch stupid again

𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑔𝑒.

𝑆𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑝𝑡. 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘, 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑠

My feral love

Bochra, put that down

What is happening today...

Membership in a conspiracy, as in an army, frees people from the sense of personal responsibility.

My Rapture outfit... or my thinking of Bochra face...

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝘒𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝘏𝘦𝘪𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠

𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐵𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑗𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔.

The finest ship I have had the pleasure of commanding

𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑡, 𝑝𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠

𝑆𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑎, 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑛𝑔

O you who know what we suffer here, do not forget us in your prayers. — Sign over Arrakeen Landing Field"

Veruul

𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑒, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑎

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦, 𝐵𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑢𝑒. 𝐼𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑉𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑.

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𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔

How they cavort about, as if any of it truly matters. Thinking their lies clever, their plans and machinations integral to the universe. The same universe that cares not for the destruction of stars, of vibrant worlds, or thriving civilizations. Why would it care for their dancing? Like mayflies

If there is no enemy, one must be invented. The military force which is denied an external target always turns against its own people.

Caution is far better than rushing in and feeling the rope tighten on one's neck

𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑒, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑

𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡, 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑒𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟. 𝐴 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡... 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔!

"Are you certain you want to be the one testing it, riov?" 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑟, ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑦. "Do you doubt my ability to fly a fighter?" 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦-

My friend

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗸 𝗖𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚: 𝘛𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘖𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝙋𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨: 10 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲! Learn more at trekcc.org

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗸 𝗖𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚: 𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝙍𝙤𝙡𝙚: 𝘝.𝘐.𝘗. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲! Learn more at trekcc.org

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗸 𝗖𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚: 𝘛𝘢𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘬 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝙍𝙤𝙡𝙚: 𝘚𝘊𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲! Learn more at trekcc.org

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝘒𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝑇𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑

𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑔𝑒, 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑢𝑝𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑝 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑. "What is it?"𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑, 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚. "Comms are down, subspace is being jammed...we've lost contact with the other-

So handsome

𝐶𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑜𝑛𝑒 348 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 275,000 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑. 𝑃𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 2414

𝑅𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑠 𝐵𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛

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𝑂𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 10,000 𝑘𝑚 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑤, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇𝑎𝑙'𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝐼𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑁𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑤 (𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑇𝑎𝑙'𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑠). 𝑆𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.

No sweeteners will cloak some forms of bitterness. If it tastes bitter, spit it out.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛, ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑦𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑜 𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝑇𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡. "That butcher is here?"

Parting with friends is a sadness. A place is only a place.

𝑁𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚

May thy knife chip and shatter.

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