“Kisad here.”
“Good morning Trell, ready for breakfast?” Said a familiar voice.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be there in a few minutes, where is it at?”
“Captain’s Mess hall.”
“Aye, see you soon.”
The chirp confirmed the intercom system turned off, I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. Bits and pieces of the dream were still clinging to my conscienceness; I
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