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There were no signs of forced-entry...
Still, there was the overwhelming feeling that someone, or some thing had been there. After a painstaking search, proof was found that an intruder had indeed gained access. A single foreign thread...
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The commander had wanted to prepare things before the intrusion, had wanted everything to be in the right place. As it stood, it was a disparate, barren place, and he had wanted it to be just right before he invited his first, and much-needed guest. But fate intervened and time kept him from getting around to it. Life was funny like that.
Analyzing the thread, the commander could but say: "You're impatient, huh?" And here we are.
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"I..." the rookie looked sheepishly her boots. "No," she stammered, biting her lower lip, "maybe. I mean, a little, Sir. It's my first time in deep space. I'm ready. Just... excited, I guess."
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The commander chomped on his cigar, top Nergal-grade synthbacco, looking her over. Spunky, quiet, unsure of herself. A few months in deep space and she'd be up to snuff. That or she'd be no more than snuff. It weren't nothing to wave your nose at, and he knew that. But he had learned that the hard way, just like the best of them. "So what'er your skills, hm? Got a list here, but glass lies. Wanna hear it from your mouth, not what you wrote down."
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