Three Square MealsChapter 132 Making solemn pledges
“Fuck!” John snarled, incensed that the Brimorians were causing him even more problems. Let me get this straight ... the Maliri fleets won’t make it in time, so now we’re rushing to save the Kintark from an Enclave invasion?! That’s correct, Edraele replied mournfully. Except we won’t make it in time either, Alyssa added, sounding heavily distracted. John froze. What do you mean? It’s kinda tricky to talk right now. Come up to the Bridge. He fastened up his trousers and reached for his...