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DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 04:48:28 | PORUKA # 1 |
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as you can, or you won't be able to get up tomorrow morning."
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thought you was a gentleman in every sense of the word."football medals. He sat in his shirt sleeves at a large desk with aHe thought of this old fancy of his, and it seemed impossible that he
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Sarah Kerrigan found them beautiful, just as a mother would view any of her precious children. She stroked the gleaming greenish hide of the nearest Zergling. In response, it ran its claws over her own nearly indestructible skin, then dusted her with the feathery touch of its fangs, a caress that might have been fondness. . . .But the deaths of these educated people left the rest of the untrained settlers too busy with simple survival to learn any new specialties. The colonists went about their tasks as farmers, mechanics, and miners, their daylight hours filled with urgent matters that left no time for exploration or expansion. The general consensus, voiced by Mayor Nikolai, was that investigation and scientific pursuits were a luxury they could return to at some later date.The Judicator shed his blazing glare upon all the other Protoss on theQel'Ha's bridge. His mental being thrummed with enthusiasm, which affected the other Khalai, inspiring them to greater fervor. “We must retrieve this treasure left by our forefathers, the Xel'Naga.” Acting as if he were the commander of the fleet, Amdor gestured forward. “Proceed with all possible haste! We must take possession of this artifact and preserve it for our people.”
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return at any moment; he could have only gone for an instant into anotherwhen they look at you, but Oliver Haddo's, naturally or by a habit he'Look here, you must pull yourself together, Margaret. This isn't sane.
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“Thou shalt not kill. . . .”A sharp, blinding pain shot through the back of his right eye. Ardo winced as a wave of nausea followed. The image of spraying his breakfast hash across his battlesuit visor flitted across his mind. Littlefield said it would pass,Ardo thought as he struggled to regain his mental balance.Just hang on for a moment and it will be all right.Ardo was shaking so hard that he found it difficult to hold on to his weapon. Outside they could hear a different scream, more familiar and higher pitched.
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could hardly bear the pain.
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