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Gravity - WIPFATHER! screamed Amelia as she bolted upright in her nest. The vision had come to an abrupt end, leaving Amelia wide-awake with a cold sweat.Gravity - WIP
It had been six months now since He had last hugged her and promised that he would be back home before she knew it. Six long months that the UNSC had spent bending their mighty resources towards finding her father. But no one could find even a trace of him. Not even the mighty Covenant search and retrieval squadrons could find him, and they had been renown in finding at least the tiniest trace of what they had been tasked to find with
HOO-YAH
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"To the commissary we should go," Yoda declared firmly. "News of this kind a danish requires."
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"To the commissary we should go," Yoda declared firmly. "News of this kind a danish requires."
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"To the commissary we should go," Yoda declared firmly. "News of this kind a danish requires."
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