It was cold, too cold. A morning glow of sun ray stretched far over the curve of the Earth off into space, millions of stars glittering so elegantly. Thomas Porge, Liuetenant Admiral of the C709 LONGSWORD 6, 26th Battalion, walked towards the cockpit of his ship. The clang of the metal floor filled the silent bridge with his every footstep. "Everything's clear Admiral, your call."
Joe Kejun, Thomas' pilot notified. Thomas looked forward, facing beyond the cockpit window, glaring almost ruthlessly, something caught his eye.
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[Edited on 02.01.2010 11:56 PM PST]