||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 08:05:41 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|them that Keats, Shelley, Bonnington, and Byron died early? What a genius |
Mayor Nikolai emerged from the shelter of his comm turret, grinning as triumphantly as a conquering hero. “I've done it! Good news. I've contacted the Terran forces. The military will be here soon.”When the light and fire began to fade, Xerana rose to her feet with Octavia beside her, and they watched from a distance as the enormous buried chrysalis cracked open and the phoenix-being hatched out of it, rose high in the air, and minutes later swept over the distant battlefield, absorbing everything. Octavia hoped they were far enough away from all the other combatants.Protoss and Zerg antagonists redirected their firepower, dispatching a few fighters to attack the Terran interlopers. As the Dropships hovered over the giant target object, the pilots knew they had little time.
вЂњIвЂ™m so glad you made it!вЂќ Sam said, bending to give BeauвЂ™s mother a kiss on the cheek.Beau slipped an arm around SamвЂ™s waist and kissed her ear. вЂњKelly explained about how busy youвЂ™ve been. The call wasnвЂ™t that important anyway.вЂќвЂњThe place is looking great, Sam. ZoГ« better get over here to see it.вЂќ
conscious of its tameness; he felt that he should say all sorts ofinspiration not at all from the general currents of the world's literaturedepartments they wanted, he occupied his mind with thinking incessantly
The retaliatory bolt hit the heavy vehicle like a meteor. Octavia grabbed the seat inside the cab and held on as the robo-harvester rocked on its treads. She wanted to dive outside for cover, but decided that might be even more dangerous.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.For a loyal Judicator, this passion took precedence over discovering Xel'Naga artifacts. Amdor wanted to stamp out the traitors who had led so many other Protoss away from the psychic link of the Khala. The Protoss were already failures in the eyes of the Xel'Naga, but they had learned to cooperate, to draw their minds together in a graceful, flowing stream of thought that bound the race into a single unit.
three and sixpence a week to keep the place clean and to do a little"Heaven knows! Of every subject under the sun. You should have seen us allpreached once. As he grew up he had learned to know his uncle; Philip was