This fic is rated R
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Sirens sounded. The ship rocked. Molly fell back on instincts while Chris desperately reached for the com. "Tomlin, what's going on?"
Crackle and then silence. Desperate Chris turned to Molly. She started to verbalize her thoughts.
"Panic, much panic from the bridge... most everyone else is gleeful at the opportunity to fight. Tomlin is ordering them to 341 mark 278, into the planet."
Molly projected her fear to him. He got the message.
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