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Old 12-19-2009, 01:55 PM   #102
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They made it to the outer skin of the ship. Plasma cutters erupted into flame as they cut through the outer layer.
>Plague Recon Squad 418<
Char'ock woke up. His quick nap had been interrupted by the noise of his door opening.
"Sir!" the underling said.
"What is it?" Char responded, barely hiding his contempt.
"The ship we're hailing, its one of ours, and it's malfunctioned. It's giving us a full response, but it won't let us in to its database. It says it's on a mission from the Clerics." The underling stated.
Char's blood drained from his face. If this was true, something was seriously amock. Whenever the Clerics got involved in anything, it was befcause the Plague was suffering horribly at its job.
"Why are you telling me? Go tell the Captain." He said.
"I did, you are second-in-command after all, he said you needed to know."
Char sighed and sat up.
"Well, make them a grand welcoming after we dock with their vessel."


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Deep thought #1: In the end, everyone dies. No one can outrun time, death itself is always breathing down your neck, just waiting to slip the noose over you. But, in your time of death, what matters is not when or how or even why. What matters is what you do with it. Do you sit down and call it quits, or do you get up, stare your killer and death itself in the face, and laugh copiously, right until the end.
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