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The Sævii trudged through the ever thickening dust cloud surrounding the small five planet cyst of Desertæ. The hull of the vessel held firm as did the mens' the armor, but inside both an ominous threat loomed. Isolated in the dark corner of their existence desperation awakened in on the ship. It was of no consequence now, but before long it would lurk through the halls like a vengeful ghost, looking for it's next victim.
Roaming the halls at the present, however, was the expedition leader, Sci. He strolled down the main corridor inspecting the ship. Unlike most men, he preferred the solitude of deep space. The quiet rumble of the engines, the occasional flicker of the lights.
Tavii, who concerned himself with the health of the crew, watched his leader from the shadows. Tavii was a very analytical type. He noted little things; changes, subtle shifts. He had been particularly interested in the psychology of the head of the expedition. Tavii recognized that Sci carried a great burden; something that heavy that weighed his mind beneath his ever present helm. Perhaps it would surface eventually...
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