||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 05:27:19 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
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“No, we don't,” Octavia answered, still aloud.Scott had no idea what they would find when they reached their destination, but he doubted the Zerg or the Protoss knew any more than the Terrans did. He would secure the information for General Duke and,
'There's no air tonight. Look at the trees. Not a leaf is moving.'youths whose imaginations stopped at the commoner sorts of bad language.
Before she even moved close enough to fire a boulder blaster, the first Hydralisk bent its hunched, hard back and launched a volley of needle projectiles. She heard them spang and ricochet off the thick walls of the robo-harvester. Octavia flinched as one bounced against the windshield, leaving a snowflake of damaged glass. She pushed the growling engines to their limits and bore down upon the first Zerg monster as it prepared to fire again.“Lars!” she shouted.
In the second week of August came the entry she expected. ElenaвЂ™s normally elegant script was jagged and off-kilter.Catching a whiff of cologneвЂ”or was it someoneвЂ™s garden?вЂ”she picked up her pace. Where were the crowds? The people who normally jammed the plaza and surrounding streets on these early-autumn evenings were gone. Was it really that late?
Goaded by the fanatical Judicator's challenging look, Executor Koronis had no choice but to agree.“Go to it, Octavia—you're the expert.”Although she and Jon had managed to fix the mechanical parts of the gun, the electronics were completely unsalvageable. But these comprised mostly the sensors and the automated targeting systems, Octavia realized. She climbed up the metal-runged ladder and ripped open the access panel.