We were initially impressed farmer, everyone had their fields and could make a living, but the inspectors of the imperial fleet had warned us not to desert worms and soul outliers.
so it happened, that was our daily life to martyrdom and half harvesting disappeared and empty dreams were our life.
Stony, rocky landscape accompanied my way to the Gravitatvan, an age lobster with small Antigravgeneratoren and two rail guns under the hood
What does it mean to me?
The brake depressed and the antigrav howls.
A spacecraft and a figure which it repaired something I fuck glube I puke equal.
gently I let my Desert Jeep slid closer to full load to blend the antigrav generators.
Since the stranger turns around and ....
