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PerfectionChapter 8- Fighting BackGaloogh
stumbled to the ground, falling evenly on all fours as the ship gave
a violent shudder. Trying to regain his footing, his glare shot to
one of the technicians who had fallen as well, and who was at the
moment, nursing a small bruise on the forehead.Are
you alright? he asked hurriedly, hoping the injury was not severe.The
technician was about to respond until he saw who addressed him.
Peachy, he answered, wiping a bit off blood away as he got to
his feet. Nimble fingers raced across the board in search of a
solution as to what had caused the jolt. Galoogh breathed a sigh,
getting up as well, watching as the rest of the crew in the control
room collected their wits in a flurry of frightened chatter.All of
you! I want the source of that impact! he was still the tallest in
command of the ship. Whatever caused that; he had a horrible feeling
at the pit of his squeedily-spooch that it was not good.Minutes
passed, Theres nothing there its like What
the hell is going on? came a voice from the entrance, its
shrillness piercing the hearing of the crewmembers. Zim rushed in,
his gaze immediately shooting to the vast window centering the
Massives line of viewing.Irritably,
Galoogh shrugged, We dont know.Suddenly,
the communication screen fizzled and the room filled with static.
Were being hailed! shouted one of the technicians...