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!!3XIYVh2Jiwh 04/16/12(Mon)02:46 No.18734965Slowly stirring awake, Angel stretched her arms out, then her legs, unballing herself from the curled up position she'd adopted in her slumber. She gave a slow spin around, her long pinkish purple hair forming a graceful arc behind her, and took in her surroundings. Far, far below, or, relatively below, her the planet mars glittered like a diamond-dust flecked red jewel, it's ruddy color mixed with the lights and reflections of an untold number of bio-domes upon its surface, and marbled by the dark clouds of gasses belching from the terraforming machinery. In the opposite direction gleamed Phobos, one of the worlds two natural satellites to which were anchored mankind's largest shipyards. Deimos held seniority, and little of that planetoid could even be identified, the mass of materials about it shrouding it in the gleam of steel. Phobos retained its shape however, as much of the work there was done in independent orbital facilities; Facilities with which Angel was intimately familiar. She completed her turn, her hair now billowing in a complete arc about her, and a small shock of electricity caused the strands to snap out straight, evenly spaced, the better to catch hint of the bursts of radiation speeding about the ether. Taking a deep breath of the void, a simple reflex, she concentrated on separating them, identifying the transmissions from the star-noise, slipping up as she allowed herself a moment to wonder at the fact she could do such things. "Systems green..." A small male voice said in the back of her head, "Would you mind giving us some time to check things over when you wake up, Angel? We’re supposed to clear you before you start moving around like that..." "Bite me Mark," she thought back, her lips curling in a small smile, "It's my body." |