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	"Your highness?"
	"General smith, yes, come sit down."
	"We appear to have gotten a message from an unknown source. It's cutting in and out, but we heard the major parts."
	"Yes?"
	"Well, there appears to be a war breaking out between three other survivor planets. The ECU, the Undefeated, and the The Zetan Consciousness."
	"How does this concern the building status of the Raft? And or '35'?"
	"The raft is near completed, and we believe the Undefeated may have shot down '35.' It seams as though '35' was hovering on their surface before getting going down. The Radar feed just came back, it happened almost two weeks ago."
	"Begin research on the other planets. I believe a war may be starting."

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	"Steady, steady, steady... Drop!"
	A massive metal beam fell into place on the raft. Everyone over the age of 18 was working on construction, although not all of them would be aloud to enter. Everyone under the age of 18 for humans and 10 for abberians was guaranteed a spot, other then that you had to hope you won the lottery with a planet full of people if you wanted to survive. A smaller ship was being worked on, although it probably wouldn't be finished in time.
	The crew of the raft was making good time, and with the influx of abberian workers construction was at an all time high. Although, both abberians and humans had lost family and friends to another, so perhaps tensions were even higher. Most of the people of the dead drift had just learned that peace was the mission, and were having trouble adjusting to it.


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	"We have them right where we want them."
	"Yes my queen, of course we do, all part of your excellent, wonderful, amazing-"
	"Shut up, had you not been the strongest and largest guard in the group I never would have chosen you to be my mate."
	These comments came from around the battle table of the queen abberian herself. They had been planning this for years, the hostile takeover of the Dead drift. The queen couldn't believe the highest sovereign had been so gullible.
	"We attack from the inside. Our workers will kill any human in sight once the construction of the raft is finished. Then I will lead the 'strike force' onto the ship. We keep the crew alive until we reach our destination."
	"Excellent, amazing, wonderful, astounding, brilliant." 
	The queen's mate would continue complimenting her. If he stopped then he would be the third mate to be killed by the queen.

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	"Shhh, shh, sh... What was that?"
	"Shut. Up. Kfuu."
	"I think. I think... it's the sound of SGT Rodgers needing help. But no, that's impossible, right? He never needs help. Oh , wait his legs."
	"Shh." Ralo interrupted gently setting SGT Rodgers down in the rubble, "Something's close."
	All four of them pulled out their weapons. Even SGT Rodgers, who was laying on the ground. They were witnessing a large creature, known to the the natives as the "Croco". It resembled a massive crocodile, only slightly smaller then a future Gharial, although it resembled a crocodile what distinctly set it apart was it's legs, They weren't crocodilian, they were equine-esque. This behemoth was just finishing up eating the body Gorb, who both, was one of the abberians yelled at by SGT Rodgers before they entered the rift, and the only abberian to see the inside of a Croco's mouth.
	"That sucker's massive." Whispered SGT Scott, aiming her stun-rifle at it's neck.
	"Not bigger then a Gharial though, I outran one of those things once, and you know that- HOLY SARAKU!"
	Saraku is an abberian curse. It also means Commodity in the language of Kannada, but that's not important right now. Anyways, this scream was caused by the A screecher leaping in front of Kfuu while he watched the Croco eat. In less then a second three weapons were fired. The Screecher dropped dead, but now that wasn't the biggest problem, the biggest problem was what was next.

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	A large flock of birds flew directly at the survivors. If you had the time to stop and look you'd see they were future wrens, fleeing yet again from the native wildlife. If you had been paying attention to them you would have noticed they flew off into a nearby cave. This cave is also the reason why there are no future wrens on Ellara.
	The group didn't have time to notice any of these things. As they were tearing down the jungle attempting to get away from the creature that had scared the flock. Resembling a Pteranodon the "Pterro" was a deadly sky predator on Ellara. Although they mostly stayed away from the ground, the wrens had unknowingly directed them to easy prey. Within a matter of seconds all four had been grabbed and were being lifted up to the Pterro's home, possibly to feed their babies.