Thursday, 25. june 2009
4
25
/06
/Juni
/2009
19:00
Namor was a dark green world, moonless and solitary, banded by wispy golden clouds. The Ark shuddered out of drive and settled ponderously into orbit around it. In the long, narrow communications
room, Haviland Tuf moved from seat to seat, studying the planet on a dozen of the room’s hundred viewscreens. Three small grey kittens kept him company, bounding across the consoles, pausing only
to slap at each other. Tuf paid them no mind. A water world, Namor
