||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 08:58:06 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|His cousin Jon stood next. “I'm pretty good with machinery. Maybe between us, Octavia and I can do something about fixing the Missile Turret in the main square.” |
“Yes, General.” The comm officer bent over his station and tried to open a channel to the colonists on Bhekar Ro.“Adog?” Duke gave a snort of disgust. “You colonists keeppetsaround here?” He picked up his microphone, though the Marines seemed to be doing everything they could, even without his direct orders. “The Zerg are causing more damage, men. Concentrate your fire and take out those . . . those Roverlisks.”Finally, the vehicle crunched to an abrupt stop at the base of the avalanche field where the mountainside had collapsed. Octavia peered up through the dusty windshield at an enormous structure. She and Lars both stared at it in fascination and confusion, before jumping simultaneously out of the roboharvester for a better look.
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comes out of hospital," he said to Strickland, when they had
the constant chatter from the tac-com open channel.
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