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I took a cold shower long before dawn and went to check the stock of the ship, everything was half trashed. Nyx was still asleep. I am grateful to be able to lie quietly on a bed, but not sleep more than four hours. I looked in the kitchen, wanted to prepare something for breakfast, there were only a few rations, except for a single apple that I've cut and put on the table for her. I did not know if she would sleep for much longer, the orange light of local star was already almost thirty degrees of morning. I watched her sleep like a imperial sentinel.
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She was lying, as calm and quiet as a romantic painting, the messy bed sheets as if sleep had been difficult. With almost all the exposed skin reflected in a metallic bronze tone, she was wearing a barely buttoned shirt that I did not even remember that it was still mine, revealing a little more than I should see. Sweaty throughout the abdominal extension, of your bosom to the groin, was a hot night and it would be the hottest day yet. She moved with a soft moan, stretching to another position displaying the delicate and perfect curves of her derrière. My body reacted with Nyx so close, which made my heartbeat speed up pumping blood to the hottest part. She was safe and that was what mattered. I turned to leave. I felt that she had agreed: "I am preparing breakfast" and she let out another groan and said he would take a bath first.
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I gathered some cereal bars and put together the apple. I heated the water and added flavoring, did not know if she liked sugar. She arrived drying her hair with the towel without worrying that stay disheveled, she sat at the kitchen table and grabbed the mug of tea I offered her, a mixture of raspberry and mint. She ate some apple slices, put the cereal bars in his pockets and told me we had to make some modifications to the ship if we wanted to move on. She smelled exactly like a wildflower, a delicate aroma and a wild touch that left me drunk.
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In the cargo hold flung on my shoulders a roll of thick wire and some tools, brought with follow some boards and chips. I unscrewed some metal plates on the walls in places that she told me to do it. She made the thick cable connections welding with the necessary parts and explained that what she was changing were the thrusters and that they would be improved to operate independently and binary form. All cables are screwed the walls and converged on the power distributor where she added an auxiliary battery, reconfigured the power cell motherboard. It was exhausting work. In short she explained that the thrusters could also be used in case of power loss, and we could move the ship without the main engine. Made changes to the power cell to eject the core before a catastrophic failure preventing the explosion of the ship. But all those cables dragged cockpit blocked the closing of the doors preventing depressurization of the cabin in the event of losing the canopy the ship burst with a balloon.
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If I wanted to stay alive, I would need that woman
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I was determined I would go to the local authorities denounce John's murder, would require the footage from the security cameras. We would go back to Lauson Orbital and would give a burial worthy to my friend.
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The heat of the two hours of that moon was delirious.
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To beat the heat, Nyx left open the upper part of suit, hanging on the legs, caught only by the beautiful qualities of your hips, waist challenging my composure, his wet skin exhaled pheromones throughout the ship...
Could not tell which of the heats more tormented me.
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I was still holding some loose ends when Nyx warned that we had company, three signs came in low orbits.
She showed me on the panel were f63 federal condor fighters, a security patrol.
At long last we'd be safe. Would solve everything, John would find peace.
They flew low over us, passed quickly and a flashing warning came:


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Nyx started the engines.
There was something wrong?
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From what I understand the reaction it had, yes, There was something wrong with them.
I tried to understand the situation.
I watched the movement of patrol ships, they flew paired, turned around as if they were reflected in a mirror, approaching fast on the right while Nyx was fighting against time.
My God, it was a battle formation.
A scathing bombardment ripped two-thirds of our shields. Modified weapons. They passed fierce over the ship.


Nyx pointed out to me to see what had warned of the danger. Wanted. There were awards for our heads, as expensive as retirement.
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She explained that the systems of frame Shift Drive worked with a certain mass limit and the mass of nearby ships hindered its operation by increasing the amount of calculation involved to avoid other ships are dragged by displacement bubble. We would need a good distance from them in order to enter supercruiser and escape the gravity well. They maneuvered to a new thrust to the zero hour of our position. One second, would be the difference between living and dying. DiamondBack Explorer get off the ground...
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There was not enough time to go into suborbital flight and use a hiperspace jump, lunar gravity prevented. We did not have hardpoints to face them in combat. The second attack had ripped the shield and with it another 20% of the hull. Only a miracle could get us out of this situation. The feds were impressive pilots and they had weapons modified by engineers, stressed Nyx.
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Lined front with patrol vessels, realized a wide smile emerging from her fleshy red lips. Nyx seemed insane when she pushed the stick to the last slot of the speed marker.
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As we approached the shooting, Nyx let out a guttural scream when she press the Boost button. A good amount of stored energy was injected into the propulsion system, the metal creaked as if the ship were alive and agree with madness. The roared engines fierce, I felt increasing pressure, Diamondback followed with a dog when it screams "catch" and bit the federal ship that was in the center of combat formation, gave to see the look of panic in the face of the federal pilot a second before the fatal collision.
"UHRRUUUHH Clever girl, used the physical advantage of Diamondback", adrenaline infected me, I couldn't help the cry of joy to hug her with chair and everything. Nyx lifted the nose of the ship in the flames looking for the vanishing point. The other two jockeyed disorientated trying to find us.
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The ship fought for a few seconds before we can escape the lunar gravity to supercruiser speed.
The excitement ran through my whole body.
She pulled some kind of move up there. Incredible maneuver.
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Now beginning to understand why the obsession that John had for her
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The hull durability was around 60% and the shields were not charging. So if we surrender the interdiction now, we'd be dead.
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Nyx redirected all power to the engines and the remainder placed in weapons. I knew that we had no weapons so I figured she was accumulating power to the battery backup that he had improvised. Nyx fought fiercely against the escape vector, interdicted us as soon as we abandon the orbit of the moon so warm. We had required both the ship he was already overheated and we could not use the Heat Sink Launcher at cruising speed. High temperature prevented us from making an interstellar jump, Nyx explained that after loading, a hyperspace jump could not be canceled, and with such a high temperature blow up in the middle of the jump and we would be lost in deep space.
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Nyx flew so well that I did not feel any jolt while we were flying, but our last trips were so troubled that the situation has reversed completely and now only his incredible ability to twirl and shake like a cocktail shaker could save us. I was really impressed to see her fly. Her suit was still open to the waist, for many it would be imprudent signal and oversight, but it was only looking at her sitting there that could tell she flew with the soul, wheezing, the bust up and down in a hallucinogen movement, every muscle reacting with absurd precision as well as the automatic heartbeat. John once told me that she had motor oil in his veins instead of blood and this seemed to be true now. She evaded Interdiction with a sigh of relief, but then gave me a long and sorry look that said "not over yet".
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The situation was getting more and more dangerous with each passing second. Confront the interdiction only increased temperature, we had no active shields. We were still stuck in that cat and mouse play. A ship tried to interdict, then the second would do the same, and even if Nyx won a second time, the first return to try the interdiction again. We would be overcome by tiredness, or the temperature overthrow us of the cruising speed before that.
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Nyx stared at the horizon as if trying to get a prediction of the future. I looked at the radar to see the big picture, a gas giant and its four moons revolving around a red dwarf star, there was nothing there that we could use.
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"I will make an atmospheric re-entry." Nyx spoke to the ship still staring into space. As low as if she herself did not believe what she said.
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I protested.
We had no credentials to do this. Even with the authorization of the Horizons program that had bought did not give us permission to an atmospheric re-entry. It was something that was out of our reach.
The authorities can not monitor the actions of each pilot in the galaxy, then used an authorization and credentials system, automatically blocking each share unauthorized pilot directly on the central computer ship cane. If we tried to make a re-entry into the ship automatically perform an emergency countermeasure. An emergency stop on the cruise speed would drop. If we went out of supercruiser, federal us would pick pants in hand due to the temperature of the ship.
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Now she was staring at me in the eyes as if he could see through my soul. His gaze was calm and devastating enough to make me uncomfortable. Watching my reaction. For a second that green of untouched forest dominated me, calmed my fears, and wrapped me in a safe aura. She knew what she was doing, always knew, and I trust her, an approving smile took shape in the corner of my mouth. She tilted the stick slightly to the left still without taking his eyes off me.
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The purplish giant begins to get into a collision course.
Those eyes awakened the passion in me.
A taste for madness.
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All she told me only made me think of how it would be an extremely complex maneuver. There were so many calculations involved, but in the end everything would be in her hands ... even our lives. She concluded by saying: "Rich Purnell is a shrewd engineer."
"Who is Rich Purnell?" I asked confused.
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When Nyx was at the pilot academy, she had studied one astrodynamics book that explained how to perform a maneuver called "Purnell maneuver". The maneuver was to use the gravity of a planet to accumulate kinetic energy to be thrown up speed to circle the orbit of the planet, principle of the gravitational slingshot effect. But she was going to do this in cruising speed, which would require a maneuver in lower orbits, besides the speed have to be accurate, or would not be swallowed up by the gravitational well. She also added that had done this maneuver many times.
... In the simulator.
... And she only had blown in half the time.
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I laughed in panic, disbelief.
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And if all went well, the feds would try to follow would be overturned cruise control when entering the low planetary orbits. They would be overheated and we had time to do a jump hiperspace. "Just not!" One question still tormented me: how she would deceive the ship's systems?
"Simple, let off the ship!" She replied with a sarcastic smile.
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"Stop the bus I want to come down." She told me all this while the ship was spinning in a maneuver that she called Helix of Death in an attempt to avoid a second Interdiction.
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The purplish and stormy Jovian flashed tousled turning in our direction.
Imperial ships furious on our heels.
A theoretical maneuver impossible ever held in such high speed.
And she would do it all with off ship.
Panic froze the blood in my veins even with the high temperature of the ship.
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After all that had passed so far, she still stared at me with that big and bewildering smile.
That look green jade digging my self looking for some courage huddled in a corner of my soul.
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We were crazy, crazy space had in contaminated.
It could only be that. Amid so many logical calculations nothing made sense.

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I have no idea why those beautiful eyes still waiting attentive to my approval. The warning slow down already flashed on the screen, it was impossible to go back.
Will nyx kill us to leave the ship fall cruise control if I do not give confirmation to do? Because she needed my opinion he did not move a muscle to fend off the madness?
It was inevitable now and I no longer had time to decide, never had, and do not really know if I had a choice, or if she forced me to decide with his domineering look.
I do not know if she would still make this madness if I do not allow.
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The adrenaline has done its job and my heart started beating again bringing life to my chest.
"GOOOOO ..."
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She finished full dress suit and waved for me to do the same.
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However I have decided to save this so impressive woman, she was the one who was always saving me.
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She adjusted the speed to 50% of the power the thrusters, but what really reduced our speed was the gravitational perturbation of the gas giant. Nyx jabbed the 1MM/s brand and the time marker to the collision extended infinitely in 1s. Lights twinkled with the flashing warning.


-THIS WORD IS CURRETLY OFF-LIMITS TO VISITORS-


The ship would make the emergency stop, but Nyx was more agile and completely shut off the ship first.
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The canopy screen gritted with the brutal blow caused by the sudden shutdown of FSD. My helmet reacted automatically, closing with a lack of oxygen in the vessel, the timer started running crazily in my display, determining my remaining lifetime.
The ship was in the dark, the silence was absolute.
No power the computer could not use the thrusters to put us in normal flying speed.
We were drifting almost 1000k/s


"Like throwing a stone in a lake" Nyx said with a smile, as if she were a lot waiting for the opportunity to do so.


A federal ship came fast, he not slow down, systems triggered the emergency stop. It was swallowed by the gravitational force.
The other stayed behind, was smarter, copied our movements.
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But something was wrong, I realized when she tried to use the alternate switch that it had installed on the control panel, a memory flash hit me like a thunderbolt, I still had not connected the cables to the battery backup that she asked me to do.
When she turned to warn me I just had thrown me out the door toward the cables.


On a lucky day I would have connected the cables on the first try, but have led to imagine that with us there has never been the easy way.


A rough bump wrapped in trepidations hit me when the ship was involved in thick layers of blazes because of reentry.
The noise was deafening.
I was thrown against the walls as if I was a given in a sort of lucky test, but I do not let the cable.
The ship shuddered as one who grinds his teeth.
I puked a good amount of blood in my helmet, that dyed my red vision.


I must have broken a rib or four. It was not a good idea, but without propellants she could not correct the trajectory. I crawled up the battery with all the strength my aching body released me, and with a handle in each hand, connected breakers. ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ ...Thousands of volts went through my body before I was plucked from the ground and hit the ceiling in a deadly blow.


I strained to see the cockpit, only to confirm that it had given everything right before being completely consumed by the final darkness.


Nyx survive and I was glad.


My body had no weight and floated slowly up.


I felt no more pain.


A golden light appeared at the top and it was warm.


The temperature was good and comfortable.


I had no more will to fight

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My vision was blurred.


The light was strong and blinded me for a second.


Lying here, I can see the distant stars in the sky and dream of the day I would be among them, so close that I could get them in my hands. Poets claim that science withdraws the beauty of the stars. But I can see them at night on the road, and feel them.


"Things like that we do not lose or includes. Fits is the brightness of the night. Breeze
of the sacred. Absolute stars. "


It had rained recently and the ground wet all my clothes.

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It would have been just another day of triumphed over work, but now had sirens and red lights spinning.


Across the street had an cyber coffee and I liked its quiet and cozy atmosphere. They serve strong coffee with bitter chocolate which is delicious.
The late autumn cold had favored so I look for a good coffee to warm my numb hands. I rubbed my hands and blew when I felt that sweet smell that bothered me.


Wildflowers.

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That smell had been written to me when I ran into her in the newspaper corridors. John had told me about her the day before, when inquire. The provocative smell was the new intern, had only sixteen, was skinny and had no more than one meter and sixty little, almost a body of woman. Very active and learning fast. John commented that she had lost her father and needed the job.


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I tried to achieve that wild aroma to the nostrils, but she always strode and I no longer find it. Knowing his direction opened my eyes to watch her, I increased my walk. She walked carefree stirring in a cell as was common in her age.


I ran fast, scared me to realize that she would cross the street without seeing.


I stretched my arm enough to push her away from the impact.


I got run over...


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She held my hand in your hands warm while firefighters pinned my body, I think I will not need the coffee.


"You are a very distracted girl," I said with a little voice.


"I will not distract me more, I swear", she replied with green eyes filled with tears.


"Just do not die now, boss."


Red returned to cover my vision.


"Do not die now"


Every muscle in my body ached.


I must have passed out.

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The suit has withstood the damage, analyzing my state and injected painkillers into my bloodstream.
And now, adrenaline.
What made my perception speed and watch things happening more slowly.


Of the cockpit door I could see the flaming storm embracing the ship like a phoenix.


In a dance of life and death.


Resurrection.
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I leaned against the cockpit door, the ship shook and groaned in anguish.
My left arm could not support my weight, I neglected their complaints since the incident with the limo.
Took a deep breath and stood upright, put on a mask of confidence, I didn't want to worry Nyx, she had bigger problems.
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Nyx struggled with the controls amid thunder and raging storms in Scorched sky to reach the orbit-low. What was a view at the impressive minimum. The light reflected shimmering in varying shades of red and gold. Storms and magnetized hurricanes, lightning and micro explosions above. Vanilla clouds in a chain, randomly spinning inconceivable speeds below ...
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Would not I tell her how to make a re-entry, but while I was unconscious, Nyx turned the ship 180⁰, flew back to reduce the speed using the rear thrusters, reducing the pressure on the cockpit and dealing with the flames with the part of the ship it was more accustomed to the heat. She needed much more power than imagined to align the trajectory correctly. We'd be flying blind if not by a scanner adaptation loaded in the datapad. Although nothing could be seen amid this storm of red phosphorus gas, hydrogen and Helio anyway.
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The entire structure of the ship shuddered brutally. metal objects adhered to the walls due to magnetism. We'd all ripping the sky in a big ball of deadly fire. We spent half the maneuver at the time the ship was swallowed by a wind current that pushed the flames for a while, that's when I saw the last and lingering imperial ship.
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He was chasing us and approached relatively quickly, used the vacuum left by the flaming tail that diamondback produced. It was an impossible maneuver to be made by normal means, we were not in supercuiser, even could not the interdict us, and no ship in normal mode flight reach that speed. Or he was a very skilled pilot or had authorization to an atmospheric reentry. One thing was the fact he was not a pilot any. He tried to expose hardpoint, but with all those rays and the wind speed, the weapons were pulled out and exploded leaving their holes in flames.
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Nyx thundered on his helmet so I knew she had done everything she could to keep the path and the backup battery would no longer be required. The centrifugal force thrown out us of the gravitational pull. I read his lips and understand the reasoning.
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I pushed the battery for the engine room and below were the tracks of weapons. Breathing was labored, but I was too stoned to realize the worst evil. The battery was still 45% of energy and was not so great, it fell in the large hardpoint slot. I gathered the poles and connected with an impact sensor of a damaged escapepod. "I knew that one day would find a use for this junk."
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With the ship turned off, I had to start hardpoint manually. The handle was big and heavy so I put all my strength. But a lot of blood escaped through my teeth, choked, the air was thick and iron, and did not get into my lungs. ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZ What's wrong with my body? Why not obey me? Why could not breathe if my accountant had not yet zeroed? My hand was shaking. The left arm was not moving, forget it, he was not right for a long time even. It took me a second to realize that I was huddled.
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I pulled the arm with the hand looking for the suit biosensor. "Another dose adrenaline does not hurt anyone". I felt my chest burning, the pupils dilate by taking away the darkness that already tried to dominate me, the heart with power of a thousand horses. I stood. I roared to expel all that accumulated blood.
I pushed the lever with tremendous force, the arm muscles warmed and swelled. So I pushed harder.


The handle moved, by opening the outer chamber and exposing the battery that was sucked by vacuum heading straight for the federal ship.


The battery exploded on impact.
The explosion was deaf, followed by smaller blasts to a large.
It seemed to year-end celebration.
Flames of fire, engulfing the storm, hurricanes burning, burning helium and methane spreading in a one thousand kilometers trail.
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I went back to the cockpit, I saw Nyx searching for me with his eyes, so then I gave a hand signal. Everything is fine now.
Soon we would be taking a coffee and'd laugh all in a station any.


The explosion debris dragged by stormy sky.
In the flames one escapepod emerged. He will survive, probably. The pod followed us for a few seconds, driven by the explosion, but soon began to lose speed.
I pitied him, he would be lost, perhaps his pod could not save it from the gravitational force.
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Suddenly, a sequence of microbursts circled the edge of escapepod, flinging the cover blown up, confirmed my fears...
It was him.
The killer of bright eyes and overcoat.


Did I die and I am in hell?


He was dressed in a battle suit under that overcoat, jets in the back and calf. Flared up, he tried to protect his face on fire. Her legs gave an impulse that split the pod in two. The jets that pushed that "flaming thing" into the wind tunnel. A dry blow in the canopy and grabbed the metal edges with your hands, crumpling the steel beam to hold. Two more arms, as long as a spear, began to punch the canopy that cracked increasingly.
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It had come to an end, one way or another. I went into the kitchen. The blows to the canopy continued. The trepidation subsided, we were out of orbit. In the drawer I had saved an old revolver, .38 ionized DA RE, "in case of being attacked by a flaming firefly four arms".
Now I could see more clearly even in the midst of the flames, four arms and four legs, the two normal, others unusually long.
I reached out trying to aim. A shooting this weapon can pierce the hull of a ship.
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He insisted. The canopy could not stand and broke. Things were sucked out. It would have been a great explosion in decompression, so that practically no air here. He leaned in the party canopy edges, trying to get on the ship.


BANG! Tzss ... Impossible. He countered the projectile with the long arm, as if it was nothing.


Something big hit me in the back. I could not hold me, good hand not would drop the gun. I let my body be swallowed up into the void. I stopped in the killer's arms. Face to face with my enemy I would kill him. For John found peace. To save Nyx. To expunge my fault.
A sharp blow hit my helmet.
Teeth were loose inside my dislocated jaw, saw stars. I can not surrender myself now. I put the gun to his forehead, his face covered with scorched screen helmet.

BANG! Tzss ... The helmet cracked it.


A flurry of blows at an incredible rate hit my body tearing the suit and flesh, breaking bones.


"You, thing, took everything from me, John murdered in cold blood."


BANG! Tzss ... Shards flew, I could see that green eye shining.


His arm twitched strangely. A mechanical tinkling, fingers were long enough to hold me by the chest.
That arm was some kind of robotic prosthesis.
An electric wind hit me, tensing every muscle in my body, making me delirious with pain. A chaos of vision and wars, green eyes piercing my thoughts in waves, supercomputers and people raised in amniotic fluid, living machines. I focused my thoughts on other green eyes, eyes that were worth more than my own life.


If I kill him now, I'll go along with it to the endless void. Living among the stars.


BANG! Tzss ...

Blood spread across the sky into small crimson balls

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I closed my eyes to feed me the comfortable energy of the morning sun, sitting in that chair, I had no more worries. Eyes closed my other senses sharpened providing a unique experience. I could hear the sound of birds and oak branches shaking, but could not distract me from the sound that most attracted me. light and graceful steps, barefoot, chewing grass with her fingers, the sound of crumpling the fabric skirt between her thighs. She walked from one side to the other, feeding the birds. It smelled was freshly showered, that unique fragrance that was only her skin, dancing in the gentle breeze, the familiar smell spreading through the air, drowning my lungs, drunk. Getting closer and closer . All my skin prickled, the muscles tensed when she ran my arm with her nails. The woman's touch sent heat waves throughout my solid skin. She went next to the chair. When the fingers reached the shoulder, I leaned backward turning his face up. Opening his eyes, I saw the Nyx's face just above my.


I gasped, catching her breath. The chest a few inches from me. The lacy blouse stuck to the body. I left behind all rational thoughts for concentrating on what I saw. Weak rays of light passed through the lightweight fabric that covering her 6ɹ&@$7$. No bra. Only her woman's body. female firm muscles. Nyx pushed the bust more forward, In my direction, I could feel the static electricity go through the hard muscles of my back. Feeling of almost touch. She ran her lips so close to my neck that my whole body stiffened, felt her breath in the ear, his mouth just behind my ear, leaving me breathless or thoughts. Then she whispered:


"The time went so fast." If she imagine the power you have over me she would never do such a thing. Maybe she knows. I knew it was time to go. But I was in no hurry.


It did not help me with the wheelchair because she knew me and knew I should be independent. And push me demonstrate inferiority in my inability to walk. Instead she went out to lead the way bouncing and whirling like a girl. A pink dress and braid hair in the wind. I rolled the chair, encouraged to learn that she would always be on my side.


Tied to this chair, unable to walk, who has always been used to running, is torture. It's been ten days since I woke up from a coma, there was a C-spine fracture, my legs ignore all implants. My left arm still need some physical therapy because trembles enough. There is still much ahead and the truth is out there. The canopy I can see the infinite immensity waiting for me to be among the stars. Maybe this is the best time to learn to fly ...


3 ... 2 ... 1 ... -ENGAGE-

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With the latter, I'm closing this arc. I feel good to have come this far.
I fell in love with role play in a way that had not thought of before and would please me very much to hear from you about my work, which I hit and where I went wrong is always edifying, whether it is worth moving forward with the adventures of our suffering and sentimental hero.
 
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