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THE Sirocco hung like a jewel in space—a jewel with an ugly appendage. The appendage was the storage facility for the biological material and organisms to be brought back from Earth. It had inevitably been given the unofficial name, the Ark.
Aubriot’s view of the two ships through the shuttle window was his first sight of them whole and complete. After years of preparation, years of dreaming of returning to Earth, his dreams were finally becoming reality. But what would he find there? His nightmare still loomed large in his mind.
Dragan was responsible for the main ship’s design. The man clearly had an artistic flair, but the haste involved in the building of the Ark meant function had taken priority over form. The additional vessel lacked any beauty whatsoever.
The Sirocco
