10.06.2010

Oct 6

“I swear by the eight gods of terror that you are as annoying as your sisters I have the unfortunate honour of being mated too! Very well, take the ship out just past their satellite…what do the call it?”

A junior officer spoke up from across the bridge. “The moon, sir.”

“What an original name, surely the sign of an advanced species…”

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