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Post by dakota on Jul 21, 2016 22:12:56 GMT -5
When the monitor popped on, McKenna positioned herself so she could watch both it and Foreman. The video feed was dizzying and she could not help worry about Tawfeek. She leaned on the gurney with her elbows while hiding most of her face behind her hands with inter locked fingers. Religion had never been a big part of her family life, but she could not help that she was praying quietly that somehow things would work out.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Aug 7, 2016 9:52:58 GMT -5
There was a jarring sound coming across the speakers.
"Conact," Tawfeek said. He had stopped looking up, and was focused on the control screens.
"Confirmed." Said ther bridge tech.
"Seriously?" Tawfeek said.
"Yes." Said Bridge Tech priate. "I do my job. Pitch and yaw reducing."
Red lights were flashing angrily around Tawfeek. The Galaxy's structure was screaming in pain, if a ship felt anything like that.
"Can we keep up with him?" Asked Captain Xerox.
"Don't." Tawfeek said. "Get them to Liberty."
"Tawfeek." Said Xerox.
"Hey, the moon never dies," Tawfeek said. "It simple se -- ."
Static.
New post.
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