With uncanny deft and skill, you slam your
open palm into the bug and send it flying
against a wall. It splatters everywhere.
"Hm, anti-climatic," you think to yourself.
"Sonny, Brea is a-screamin for ya," you hear a
voice say. You turn around and see Kal
O'Conner, flashing that big dumb smile. His
oversized belt buckle reads "Don't Mess With
Texas", and his ridiculous leather cowboy hat
clashes with his generic commander uniform.
"Yeah, coming," you say, really unable to
stand his garish accent. He pats you on the
shoulder as you walk down the ramp.
Outside, you see Alex and Dana engaged in a
pretty serious conversation. Brea and Dos are
chatting about something, who knows. You
don't see Anorian, but you hear vomiting
somewhere.
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