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stuck_mynock) wrote2009-06-02 09:48 pm
stuck_mynock) wrote2009-06-02 09:48 pm
[OOM] Transimir System.
Atton's ship drops out of orbit around Transimir, a massive, dust-orange and white ball that doesn't look like it would support life.
Floating around it, there's a rather large space station, all dull greys and blacks, with several beeping lights.
"Okay," Atton says, wheeling around the pilot's chair to peer at Will and Guppy. "I have a contact on the Transimir Station. Once we talk to him, we can do stuff. Cantinas. Museums. Stuff. I mean, not museums, they're dull, but cantinas."
Floating around it, there's a rather large space station, all dull greys and blacks, with several beeping lights.
"Okay," Atton says, wheeling around the pilot's chair to peer at Will and Guppy. "I have a contact on the Transimir Station. Once we talk to him, we can do stuff. Cantinas. Museums. Stuff. I mean, not museums, they're dull, but cantinas."
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Guppy nods. He takes the opportunity of not needing to do anything for a few minutes to try and compose himself. He actually has the breathing under control; hyperventilating and passing out in this situation might cost him his life. The rest of him feels like shit.
"I'm okay." he says, which is a complete lie, but he hopes to convey that he's got it under control enough not to be a liability. Hopefully.
He manages to calm himself down enough to uncurl and hug Will.
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