||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 08:02:35 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|patronised him among themselves, they did not fail to look upon it as ahopeless muddle. |
What exactly had those backwater settlers found? He had agreed to send assistance, but was it really worth his while to investigate?
you why he left his wife -- from pure selfishness and nothingon saying, `Send him away!' I went, and waited in the studio.
“Excuse me! Hello? Octavia Bren has some serious news for us.” He paused a moment, looking around. “Serious enough that I thought we might need to take a vote about what to do after you hear what she has to say.”As she stood for a fraction of a second, weaponless, Octavia remembered the old Missile Turret, the decorative monument that had surprised them all by activating itself and shooting the Observer out of the skies. Even with its automated systems burned out, the turret still had a few intact missiles. There should be enough explosives to cause some damage.Lieutenant Scott frowned. “Perhaps that would be a bit premature, General.”
“You’re dreaming again, Ardo,” she whispered playfully. “Come back to me. You are much too far away!”“Kill them! Kill them all before they can get to us!” Breanne raged. The hull overhead was already buckling downward, large indentations pressing down into their space.lowering twilight. The sounds. The smells. All were alive for him.
but you must confess the chances are a million to one