"Wait!" Mano called out. "Who are you? Where is this?" His voice sounded a little strange in his ears; not the tone, but the language. It sounded like some of the ancient Terran language... but how was he speaking it?
"The Barge..." Mano echoed. He carefully stepped out into the hallway, adjusting his cloak so it surrounded his body. His white eyespots narrowed as he looked around him for signs of guards or automated weapons pointed at him, then he shook his head.
"I do not see why they would release me from Takron-Galtos." Mano finally admitted. "If President Brande finally decided to keep her promise, he would not use this manner? He's too honest for such a maneuver..."
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"I do not see why they would release me from Takron-Galtos." Mano finally admitted. "If President Brande finally decided to keep her promise, he would not use this manner? He's too honest for such a maneuver..."
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