||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 05:22:13 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|into the kitchen and asked Mrs. Foster whether she could stand the work.a time that there was little in it that had a particular interest to him.covered his eyes with his hands. The wretched woman was hanging with a |
Command consoles were situated on the underside of the walkway platform as well as on the command island. These could monitor nearly every aspect of operations that a remote base of the Confederacy might be called upon to perform. They were rarely ever used all at once. They only had their transport covers removed when the demands of the base’s mission required them. It was said that one could get a good feel for what a base was tasked to accomplish just by knowing which consoles had been uncovered for use.Ardo blinked. “What do you mean?”Jans hauled himself up in a single movement. Ardo lunged for him, but he was too late. The engineer propelled himself through the gap between the consoles of the command island, running across the floor plates.
report back to me. Littlefield, take Melnikov and go with Cutter. Have Melnikov keep an eye on that treasure chest of yours and the woman—if he can handle it.”
вЂњProbably. But thereвЂ™s so much to do.вЂќ She yawned. вЂњAt least I better get the menu finalized for the gala. WeвЂ™re doing a lot of free samples all day.вЂќвЂњIвЂ™ve got four orders bigger than yours, lady,вЂќ the guy told her.
But in the recent war against the Protoss and the Terran Confederacy, the almighty Overmind had been destroyed. Andthathad nearly spelled the end for the Zerg swarms.
She traveled alone, fully aware that other Protoss might even now be converging on the site. Any Judicator would be eager to capture a Dark Templar like herself. This journey would be very dangerous for her, but Xerana had no time for fear. She had no choice but to take the risk.Infrastructure damaged by the Zerg invasion and the Protoss strikes on Mar Sara and Chau Sara needed to be healed and rebuilt—but those unimportant places could come later. First the emperor hadIt had been long enough now that the scars of her parents' deaths had healed. The other colonists were so familiar with unexpected tragedy that they sympathized with Octavia, but were not paralyzed with grief. Free Haven had suffered enough before, and would continue to endure the pain. It was their lot in life. But Octavia's grandparents had been convinced that this was a better existence than living under the Terran Confederacy. Here they were free—though at the moment Octavia could not be entirely sure that she preferred the constant uncertainty and brevity of life on Bhekar Ro.