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The next day, Oola and Crele had their gear packed up for the ride home. They had one last breakfast with the ranchers, who were all chatty and lively. Oola and Crele kissed them all goodbye, then the two of them walked out to the shuttle. The dry snow crunched under their feet.
"I will miss them all," Oola remarked. "Especially Paku. Oh my, what great breasts."
Crele chortled. "What shall be of us?"
Oola gently took Crele's hand as they walked out to the landing pad. "We are friends and allies. As we shall stay."
The two of them climbed into the shuttle, giving it a few minutes to warm up. As soon as Oola was ready to lift them off, the transmitter beeped.
"A call?" Crele leaned in. "Answer."
Oola pressed the console. "Respond. This is shuttle RXC-31."
The message was garbled, but the voice was familiar. "To any vessels! We are under attack!"
"I know who that is," Oola exclaimed. "Girtan!"
"Grandfort is under attack! Distress call priority one! We need immediate combat assistance!" The transmission died out.
Oola turned to Crele. "Strap in and hold on."
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