[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b][/color] SPACE! Again…
[color=#DDA0DD][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Enhanced Intuition; [/center][hr][hr]

	As they walked down the hallway, there wasn’t much to decern where they were. It wasn’t until the group reached a window that they had any idea where they were. An asteroid. How peculiar. Antoinette’s eyes scanned the station, trying to understand better why they were here when Mary announced it was a Genosha 2.0 situation. That didn’t work the first time, so why try again?
	[color=#DDA0DD]”Hmm, what will we do, Arnold?”[/color] The little tribble vibrated in Antoinette’s palm. Footsteps and voices could be heard coming toward them. Antoinette set the tribble back on her shoulder and turned to the approaching sound. She rested a hand over her chest and shut her eyes to better focus on her ‘gut feeling.’ Antoinette frowned and opened her eyes. 
	[color=#DDA0DD]”I can’t get much of a read on them,”[/color] she announced. [color=#DDA0DD]”They are too far away. The good news is that it gives us enough time to hurry on in an attempt to avoid them, or we can wait. Maybe they will have the answers we seek.”[/color] Whether they were good or bad answers, they would be answers all the same.