Perin’s cheeks were red from the climb as he paused to get his bearings. The thick oil-cloud air emanating from the decaying fusion core of the Elder Quaternary made him feel like coughing with every puffing breath.
The distant frigate groaned overhead like a giant beast longing to be freed from its prison—its ancient alloys protesting against each slow pulsing movement of the echinulatum frond. The thick, ever-expanding network of growth covering the moon’s surface had robbed it from the sky generations ago.
Perin had heard of frond expeditions that had attempted to reach the ancient frigate, but echinulatum grows soft at that altitude, and climbing becomes nearly impossible. Down here on the surface, the lattice was much more reliable.
The tencom squawked to life with a crackling adolescent voice, “Stars, ‘Rin! If you stand there long enough you’ll sink! You scared?”
He snickered, clicked off the crackling device and started towards the distant frond.
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The bug-eyed ship had no reason to believe it was headed into a trap; its captain was only planning to land on the imperial junk planet to scavenge parts. The Jenus flytrap launched its arm and glued onto the bug-eye in just heartbeats; then the raider ships attached cables and started pulling the bug-eye down. Gerry could only watch; he was just a boy trapped on the junk yard planet, but he’d been working on his own transport, and the bug-eye just might have the last piece he needed.
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"This new game is seriously lifelike. I can feel and smell the ozone-ish air around me. I could simply jump and board that ship. I remember dreaming something like this when I was a kid. I wanted to be part of the game. This feel so real. Now I only need toWOHA! What the…"
Robert started moving against his will. As if he was possessed. But no. He was just being controlled from outside the game. His HUD showed a "new player" status.
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