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A smile flickered across her face as she realized why she agreed to come along with him. She’d agreed because it was an excuse to fly her anti-gravity fighter craft. She didn’t give a damn about exploring dead worlds and wandering planets. She wasn’t the touring kind; there was nothing interesting in exploring dead worlds. Not for her anyway. There definitely wasn’t anything worth writing home about out here on the dead planet, only ruins left behind by an alien civilization long dead. “I heard you loud and clear the first time.” A suprisingly deep but friendly amused voice came through the high definition 3D sound communications system installed into the ship. “Was still taken by the ruins below. Look, some of the alien structures are still standing. I would love to go at least two hundred miles before we can head back to the carrier.” Kocz stated. “Come on, we‘ll explore the planet later. We have lots of time to explore. We'll be here for three full days remember? Let’s go back, I’m really tired.” Xerla pleaded. She might have been in love with flying but at the moment her body was almost at its limit, she needed sleep. “Just a few miles. Please?” Kocz beseeched. “Fine. Just a few miles, not more than hundred though. When we reach the hundredth mile mark from here I am returning to the Maztica. With or without you.” Xerla told him. “Aaaah, party pooper. Don’t tell me you aren’t mesmerized by the beauty of those ruins below.” Kocz said quizzically. “Not even slightly. Although I wonder what transpired on this planet and what happened to its people.” She informed him. “It’s simple. This planet’s people angered God. This is what happens when you piss him off.” Kocz commented. He was a devoted Inzperu. The one and only exist... ... middle of paper ... ...r vessel, had declared that the soldiers should rest. They would start drilling to the planet’s core to place a laser based nuclear bomb that will blow the planet in three days. There was no hurry he said. Xerla Crpye thought differently. She wished time would pass by quickly so that her three day stay out here would come to an end. She had about four hours out here only but she couldn’t wait to return home. She resented it out here. If it were by her, at this precise moment she would be in Tyrlia - the capital of Ekcyr, clubbing and partying. Having fun. However, here she was thousands of miles far from home tired and sleepy, accompanying her flying partner on a boring aerial night tour of a lost planet they were about to destroy. Why the planet decided to invade their space during the time she was on duty she wondered, it could have waited at least five more days.
“How could it have mattered then?” Silence for a moment.
“ Yes Jonas, to truly reach Elsewhere, you must embrace what took the rest there” she gulped.
The next day, they met a girl named Tristana. She told us about her journey on this planet. She came to this planet with her friend Joe in order to become rich by selling
“Hey Mat since it’s halloween why don't we go to that scary maze everyone is talking about?” said Mark.
“Thought about it, but didn’t believe it. Well then,” my father’s voice was still the same, “that changes things, doesn’t it?”
“Not if you don’t know it isn’t real, it isn’t yuk.” Orson sighed but continued. “The funny thing to this day is…my brothers didn’t care once they found out it was me.”
began to question his faith. He thought, how could God destroy a civilization if he loved it so
“I-I’ll let you know,” he stated, though I could tell he was livid. His face was red and he was staring off into space above him.
“We can't do it! We're going to be in the Hudson!” I radio to air-traffic control and yell to Jeff simultaneously. “Ladies and Gentlemen. Brace for impact!” I say into the microphone to warn the passengers and crew.
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"No," Patroclus interrupted, shaking his head. "It is no more of a great danger now than it was when it was alive."
The pilot strolls to the front of the plane and begins to prepare the plane for flight, while Max takes one of the seats in the cabin after putting his luggage away. Max places a mask over his head as he tries to settle in for the multiple hour long journey, and the pilot relays to him that they will be taking off. Max’s mind becomes fuzzy, and his eyes begin to droop as he slowly falls asleep.
On this ride they passed many familiar things in her life that she took for granted, but since she is on her last journey, and it is slow, she has the time to see them for their beauty.
“Ok. At least we can hear each other and our planes are working fine.” I replied.
“Yeah, I do think it was a little unfair,” I replied. “But at least we know we are going to get killed and don’t really have to worry about it.”