Though I’d rather sleep naked, station protocol requires us to sleep in a basic shirt and underwear. Gay sex It keeps slipping through my fingers.“Self-destruct in twenty seconds.”I’ve got the helmet in my hands but know I have to move. If you need a moment to collect yourself, blink to another part of the station. Maybe that’s why I went straight for the shower.“I have to get going,” I say, standing up. But it isn’t until I get to the door outside Command that I’m worried. I let his hand slip from mine and head toward my ship, a Star Skipper Class VI, reserved for higher-raking soldiers. A goddamned fucking drill. I blink out of existence and pass through a strange place, a place that looks similar to our world, but blurry and distorted, where shadows watch me from the corner of my vision.I twist, making sure I’m facing the station before I blink back into our plane and watch the station, waiting for it to explode.Nothing happens. Station will self-destruct in T-minus five minutes.”“Run!” I shout. There’s a warning on it. Drop pod functionality disabled. “Back to the ships! Loss of life was zero percent, thanks to the heroics of Sergeant Jayson Kramer and First Leiutenant Ismelda Harper.
