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srijeda, 04.03.2009.

“Hold your fire, Sunrazor,”

“Hold your fire, Sunrazor,” said the elderly man. “Ark, if your intentions are truly peaceful, explain yourself. What are you? We are hard-pressed here, Ark, and Namor is a small, undeveloped world. We have never seen your like before. Explain yourself.”

04.03.2009. u 20:19 • 0 Komentara • Print • #

“Indeed,” said Haviland Tuf.

“Indeed,” said Haviland Tuf. “Threats will avail you little, Guardian. I am most sorely vexed. I have come all this long way from Braelourn to offer you my aid and solace, and you meet me with threats and hostility.” A kitten leapt up into his lap. Tuf scooped it up with a huge white hand, and deposited it on the console in front of him, where the viewer would pick it up. He gazed down at it sorrowfully. “There is no trust left in humanity,” he said to the kitten.

04.03.2009. u 20:18 • 0 Komentara • Print • #

“This is Namor Control, Ark,”

“This is Namor Control, Ark,” said the round-faced woman. “We are closed to trade. Repeat, we are closed to trade. We are under martial law here.”
By then the slender woman on the ship had composed herself. “Ark, this is Guardian Kefira Qay, commanding NGS Sunrazor. We are armed, Ark. Explain yourself. You are a thousand times larger than any trader I have ever seen, Ark. Explain yourself or be fired upon.”

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gyterazolopytyki

srijeda, 04.03.2009.

“Hold your fire, Sunrazor,”

“Indeed,” said Haviland Tuf.

“This is Namor Control, Ark,”

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