I stepped through the twisted hatch, boots crunching against foreign soil. The wreckage behind me smoldered, sparks flying.I ran a hand down my face, exhaling sharply.
"Great. Just great."
The landscape stretched before me— Then, movement. A figure.
I froze.
"Okay. Either I'm hallucinating, or you're actually standing there. Which means—" I gestured at the wreckage."You saw that landing, right? Nailed it!"
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