Blank

[Diana.Daymarova]

Somewhere in the depths of a mind there's an ice. It's blue gleaming and comfortably chilly. It feels much better than all of the good memories, but much worse than all the bad memories. Experiences, the cheerful ones as well as the sorrowful ones, make it grow in size. The whole life has and impact on it and it has impact on the life too.

If a human has none, would he exist? What if the ice melts? Could there possibly be some kind of warmth to even make that happen?

Tachyon gunshots are fired simultaneously at the same target, which hopelessly evades in the middle of Austera nube, not far from Omicron Psi jump hole. Outcasts sure don't mess with uninvited guests. The ship is lit ablaze. Only two thousand metres of dodging the Outcasts' firepower remain until the jump hole is reached. One thousand, a cruise distruptor is lost. Five hundred, most of the weaponary falls off. Eventually, torn apart, the ship flies straight into the jump hole. How lucky that the guarding dreadnought didn't notice it.

Smoke fills the ship, making the air unbreathable. All systems fail, cruise engines lose their functionality, thruster is gone, lost in the battle. There was no way the pilot can get to safety from Omicron Psi on impulse speed. The escape pod is fried. With a lack of fresh air, the pilot feels fatigue. She does everything she can in order to stay awake. But the brain refuses to cooperate and she faints. It's so warm.

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