Denver

[Turkish]

He stood with his head to the door, the glass cold to the touch. He stood there, his breathing labored. He stood for so long he began to wonder if he had become one of the subjects kept beyond. Row after row dotted the corridor, each 'volunteer' kept in suspended animation for the duration of the journey.

It wasn’t a long trip by any means; they would be making planet-fall within forty minutes. But still, all precautions were to be taken, and no risks allowed manifestation. Too much had been wagered on this endeavour to have it all lost now.

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Backing away the officer began to drift down the corridor, letting the low gravity environment wash over his being and consume him. Feeling every particle as it brushed against his skin, drifting slowly, quietly; always quietly. It was his form of meditation, his only escape from the tenuous world he was forced to live in, the reality of his life and its stresses.

He opened his eyes to a loud noise. They were preparing to dock with the Jump-Gate. His moment of respite now over, he entered the bridge.

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I have a fetish for all things Norse.