This fic is rated R
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Trent looked out from where he stood. He could see them coming in the distance. "Well lookie here fellas. We got company."
From a mile away they could see them; savages of some sort, though they were armed and deadly.
Trent was having a merry time of it. Torn looked anxious but raring for a fight. "Let's get this done."
In the ship itself Molly was trying to help Mistivia focus. Chris put his hormones aside and asked the obvious, "What are you doing?"
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