Saving Askara (sample)
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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just my luck. Torrey swallowed, trying for even measured breaths as she followed an armed escort through several hallways and airlocks to the amendments. Med Ward, a doctor. Evans had met them all at D Conn. And while the others had been held back for a quick briefing on protocol, she, being the emergency medicine specialist, was sent ahead to assist. She hadn't even been able to appreciate the look of jealousy disdain from a beady eyed Matthews, because at this moment she really wished the roles were reversed. They rounded another corner, and Tory almost stumbled as she realized what was filling the hallway. I'm your 30 feet in front of her. Her eyes went wide, her heart pounded, and time seemed to slow. It was an indescribable feeling. Intense didn't even come close. She was staring at her first riel live alien extraterrestrial. She corrected herself. The male was tall. At least she assumed it was a he over six feet, she guessed, now entirely uncommon. But to someone only 54 it was big. His overall bone structure, however, it was different, solid, gracefully built but not human looking. He wore form fitting black uniform. The material unlike anything she'd ever seen. It seemed to reflect the light so that Tory could see his general shape. But it was hard to make out the details. He stood with his back to her. Even at this distance, story could see what looked like. Thick textured braids covered his head. She was focusing on his ears. One movement to the right drew her attention. She vaguely recognized the dark haired, middle aged man. Is Ambassador Wells, having seen him a few times in passing aboard the Phoenix, The man's light brown eyes locked on her, His expression one of unease. At any rate. May I introduce Dr Victoria Davis? She heard him say, gesturing to her as she approached on legs that felt like jelly. Dr. Davis is the head of emergency medicine aboard the Phoenix, our most advanced passenger vessel. I mean, yes, sorry she managed when she finally regained the power of speech. It's very nice to meet you. Uh, Mrs Sorry, I don't think I caught your name. They had probably said it will. She'd been gawking like a moron. God's. She felt like such a spaz. But in her defense, there weren't many people who wouldn't in the situation. A Derris, he replied, and what she could only describe as an almost dissonant voice and little goose bumps raced up her arms. His vocal cords were two toned like an organ. A Derris, she repeated, liking the name. There, she knew it was not his own. Please climate Torrey. A Derris stared down at the human ambassador. The top of the males had came to his shoulders, though he stood taller than the rest. He heard a quiver in his voice, noticed how the diplomat couldn't seem to hold his gaze for very long without glancing away. He started his pale skin and thin, willowy frame, and he judged the human as barely half his way. Was it his size or the dark tone of this skin of the earth thing found disturbing? Probably both they had been hurtling through. Askar is atmosphere. A contingent of mayores vessel upon them. He was certainly wouldn't survive when they were forced to scold while still in the grip of the planet's atmosphere. But dying in a fight for freedom was better than the alternative. Who should make him feel that dreaded emotion now? But the pale skinned thinly beings before him. A Derris is sharp. Gold eyes flick back to the ambassador. He didn't fear anyone Earth or in particular. It was being at the mercy of the race as a whole and how they would choose to act. That made him anxious. He and the others had survived great odds, only to be thrust into an even more impossible situation, one they dreaded, with all their being what was called. They have eep or awakening. A large port view automatically drew his gaze over the top of the ambassador's head. Earth, the small blue planet so different from his home, yet beautiful in its own way, he supposed blindingly bright due to a nearby yellow sun. It was hot, lush and covered in deep blue oceans with swirling white clouds. In contrast, Askar orbited a much larger gaseous planet car. He ISNA the light from the red dwarf star was a demon glow in comparison, their homeworld dark and cool. His race Children, other Mother World Justus humans were Children of earth. It made him long for home. I thought we were not accepting help from their doctors. Dadar stood blocking entrance to the exam room he was tense, anxious, apparent by the backwards stoop of his ears and crawled clause. How are the others? Adair's countered radars mood and not lighten. The one called Praxis is still unconscious. Did you know there is a pilot creative on board? A. Derris blinked. He thought back to the brief gathering they'd had in the ship's hold before docking with the Earth vessel. He definitely would have noticed Appel Creve. But that was also the reason one would have been there. Among the rest he lives. The quarter shelves. Expression remained unchanged for now.