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The Long Sleep

Ze is awestruct. He observes the futuristic ships, focusing his attention on their engines, hoping to make some inferences.

"Well, I guess the welcoming committee is on the other side of this door", he says, pointing at the semi-circle. "Shall we?" and he starts walking towards it.
 

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Andrew sighs heavily, rather disappointed that they apparently aren't important enough to warrant a proper welcome. However, he takes an interest in the few people watching them from the other levels. As amazing as their surroundings are, his main interest, his professional interest, lies in those that built it and live here.
 

Victor can only look about in awe at the massive structure, and then shrugs at Ze's words."Well, they obviously don't consider us much of a threat, or else we would have been met with a squad of armed guards."
 

Lem moves his old cigar to the other side of his mouth. "Don't be so sure, yet." With a nod to the Admiral, he moves them up to the next gate.
 

Ashley nearly trips on her own feet as she gapes, looking around.

"You can't spin something this big," she says to no one. "It'd rip itself apart...so how is there gravity? Jesus, you don't think they can actually -make- gravity, do you?"

She bumps into Ze from behind when the group pauses in front of the door.

"Sorry!"
 


The plastic of the wall slides open like an iris, the blades retreating into the wall, as you near. Unlike those in your ship, the material seems less ... solid. The hallway beyond has the same composition as the hanger, you notice the ceiling is higher than usual. Much higher than most military complexes. Behind the door, however is a single person, flanked by two robots.

The person however, is peculiar. Tall and thin. Willowy. In and of itself not odd, but she is much like any of the other people wandering around the hanger. Her brown hair is cut to short, and the tar-black military-esque uniform (with shoulder-bars and a rank patch most people would associate with Sergeant) completes the soldier image. The robots dwarf her, but keep their arms down and make no sudden movements besides shifting their weight from leg to leg.

"Greetings." Her English is heavily accented. "Is my translator working properly?"
 

"I can understand you," Ash blurts, then looks at the Admiral and covers her mouth.

"Sorry, sir," she murmurs from behind her hands.
 


Andrew nods slightly on instinct, but says nothing. He examines the woman carefully, the first specimen he has had a chance to observe up close. He also listen to her voice carefully, and ponders what these things could indicate about the adaptations of the humans of the current era.
 

Into the Woods

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