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Chapter 34.

B bruised midsection aching miserably.

Cavalon worked his way into a space suit, yet again.

He decided he would just keep it on this time.

This would be the one. He'd wear it until he died, which seemed

more imminent the deeper they went into this vieter monstrosity. He stood in the SGL's common room where Rake, Griffith, and Mesa suited up along with him.

Jack and an Emory had helped them prep, but would stay on board and determine how to disengage the autopilot in case they needed to make a quick retreat,

and Cavillon supposed, just so they could leave, period.

Cavillon sealed up his suit, while Rake helped Griffith stretch his up over his broad shoulders.

The purlessant white fabric responded, glittering as it expanded to accommodate his size.

Mesa waited off to the side, clutching the Atlas pyramid in both hands.

She stood pristinely still, suit already sealed over her lithe frame.

Hirsch had done the opposite of Griffiths, resizing itself smaller to accommodate her petite figure.

It revealed thin legs, a narrow waist and scrawny arms.

It made her seem all the more savant, and so much more frail than suited her presence.

Her strong mind made it easy to forget the fragility of her body.

Raken Griffith strapped their weapons belts on, and Kavalon hesitated,

wondering if he should even bother taking his own.

They had a two-Titan escort after all.

Then his weapons belt appeared in front of him, clutched in Emory's grip.

Her brows raised expectantly.

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