TDIC
Foreigner
Temporal Displacement Information Committee
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Post by TDIC on Sept 23, 2010 16:00:25 GMT -8
The twin suns rose, bathing a small wooden structure in golden warmth. A young kisske in a faded green uniform stepped out of the door of the structure and stretched as she squinted at the first rays the the morning sunlight.
She brought a chair and a sort of crude looking back pack outside, setting them both down before making use of the chair. She looked over to the swirling etheral glow of the nearby portal, then to a device she kept in her pocket.
Here she simply sat, and waited.
Sooner or later everyone would end up at the outpost. It was only a matter of time.
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