Luke wished he had never even heard the name of the planet Irideon 5, let alone set foot on it. Ever since he touched the ground, he had felt uncomfortable. His breathing labored, his mouth dry as a searing headache pummeled away.
Why don’t we just give them this planet? No, trust Timothy.
A few hours ago, his skin began to flake and scab. He tried to resist the urge to scratch.
John was by his side on the rampart besides one of the large gu. In from them and outside the fortification, an endless sea of sand and rock.
“So, how are you getting om, John.”
John touched his forehead. “I feel awful. What a kip this place is! I stink; my skin is going all weird. I thought that the Alachins were bad. None of your snickering.”
“I wasn’t.” Luke threw his hands up the air.
“Good, cause that Lisa of yours is not looking too good either. I think she’s hiding from you.”
Luke’s stomach convulsed. She is avoiding me.
Looking at some of the locals within the fortifications,
This is not how he had envisaged things going on the way down. Timothy had said the planet was barely habitable, but still he expected it to be better than this.
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