SPEEDSpeed.SPEED
He willed it, demanded it with everything he had, leaning forward into the controls as if to push the fighter faster. Every muscle in his body was clenched tight, locked down. His co-pilot started praying in some quick, chattering language. Despite the suit’s best efforts to wick away the moisture, his hands sweated.
Speed.
He jerked the small craft through the gap between two defense stations, close enough he could imagine the station guns tracking the missile, but he couldn’t, it was all only a blur. It was too close to him, too close to destroy, he had to out run it… He needed t
Devious Journal Entry
Shitty
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breathe hard in metal suits
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...visit whiterabbitart.net [link] to view and purchase gifts and artwork...
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"If I should die this very moment I would't fear...I never known completeness like being here..."
(Gorecki - Lamb)
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facebook [link]
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My life for the swarm.^^
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Technology. Making better, better. Onwards, upwards - any way, but backwards. Tapping Progress on the shoulder and saying "More Forwards please!"
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The More You Know
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unknown command error: sleep
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