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Tamarax stared the bloody corpse of Dork on the floor in the corridor. It had been his job to make sure the security alarm would not go off. Tamarax wanted Chorst and I to think we were go to make it make out the station discreetly and then she wanted to crush our ambitions by killing us in the hangars. The alarms had ruined everything.
Her head snapped up when a heard a henchman jogging towards her. “Get to hangar four.” She hissed.
“That’s what I’m here to talk to you about.” He grunted.
“Eh?” She squinted her eyes. “If Am has already escaped then yo–”
“No.” He shook his head. “They haven’t arrived at hangar four yet, but a USM marines have entered through hangar four and will possibly help them escape.”
The witch-like woman stared blankly at the henchman. “I beg your pardon?”
“There’s a USM Naval spaceship circling Tamarax Station. More may be on the way.”
If my nails were sharp enough I would stab right through your tough skin and tear out your lungs. Tamarax thought with a twitching eye. In her vision of how this would all go down she did not recall a USM Naval ship appearing.
“Then you really need to get to hangar four and annihilate all USM personnel.” She turned away from the soldier, and then turned back. “But leave Am… and my slave clone alive. I’ll deal with those two myself.”
“Yes ma’am.” He grunted before sprinting to hangar four.
Once she was alone Tamarax incomprehensibly cursed in her native language while kicking the corpse Dork repeatedly. She stopped once the poor dead man’s ribcage was completely shattered.
“Stick to the plan.” She told herself. She wasn’t even sure if she had a plan. All she knew was that Tak was on its way to collide with the star and then she would be able to recreate the universe.
We’re still following that plan, right? Tam asked the dark voice at the back of her mind.
Hey, I’m doing my part. You do yours. The voice replied beguilingly.
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