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David was glad he had strapped himself in-smoke
wafted lightly through the cockpit. He reached up and wiped his forehead and
came away with blood on his hand-apparently he had bashed his head on impact. He
shook his head to clear the cobwebs, "Everyone ok? Mr. Watson? Mr. K'Tael?"
(response)
He tried the Comm again, "Runabout Nile to Mars
Station. We have crash landed."
(response)
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