“We’ll put them in cryo,” the old mechanic grunted as he hefted the woman’s legs higher, trying not to look at the blood that was turning her red shirt something closer to black.
“But-” The younger engineer started to protest, lines deepening on a face that was too young for them. He stopped when the ancient ship groaned, wearying in its fight
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love the poetry, luv. 's a lovely change, and you use the.. style(?) well
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