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A haunting dream of a coming storm and the mortal willing to guard us all.
Like a wisp of smokes I see your ghost, Standing before me, as I reach for a memory too faint to see. Were you really standing there watching the coming storm, or from my imagination did that image form? You were oddly still while chaos spun around the room. Everyone else seemed to fear the coming doom. A hurricane was about to land upon the beach, and it was one you had to see. To keep everyone safe from harm, you risked it all, your near-fatal charm.
“We’re going to use nine megaton warheads in space and we’re not sure they’re large enough to be effective. Why would you even consider using kiloton-range surface-to-air warheads as back-up?” The answer was succinct. “Because they’re all we have.”
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