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![]() "I'm needed back here on Earth." 11/29/2011 #1,471 |
![]() "Right..." 11/29/2011 #1,472 |
![]() "Dylan can you explain something to me?" Jake asked. 11/30/2011 #1,473 |
![]() "I'm not sure he'll give an answer that you'll like or understand, so I'll try," Tiesa offered. 12/01/2011 #1,474 |
![]() Dylan made a face at Tiesa. "Yes sure. What's up?" 12/01/2011 #1,475 |
![]() He sighed, "Why do we have a base on Mars?" 12/01/2011 #1,476 |
![]() "And that is something I asked before he dragged me here." 12/01/2011 #1,477 |
![]() Rachel laughed when she heard Jake's question. 12/01/2011 #1,478 |
![]() "I mean, arent we suppose to be protecting the people down on Earth, what are we suppose to protect here? Rocks?" 12/01/2011 #1,479 |
![]() "Name one time we did something for the greater good of society on Earth besides fighting villains." Dylan challenged. 12/02/2011 #1,480 |
![]() "I do," the Whistler noted. "And what if the villains do something bad? We have to stop it, right?" 12/02/2011 #1,481 |
![]() "Right." Dylan said, not getting the point of these questions. 12/02/2011 #1,482 |
![]() "And we are up here, where no one to save is." 12/02/2011 #1,483 |
![]() "Well then we should find a way to get down to Earth and a way to hear whats going on down there. Any suggestions?" Dylan asked, already coming up with a few methods. 12/02/2011 #1,484 |
![]() "I bet you got a million." 12/02/2011 #1,485 |
![]() "I could teleport us all," the Whistler said, "So all we need is a TV set." 12/03/2011 #1,486 |
![]() Dylan threw up his hands in a showy fashion and a tv rose from the metal floor. "Bam!! TV!" 12/03/2011 #1,487 |
![]() The Whistler turned it on to Fox. 12/03/2011 #1,488 |
![]() Kendell stood up. "Are we still on the news?" 12/03/2011 #1,489 |
![]() "And NASA is still going crazy trying to contact the people on Mars..." the reporter was saying. 12/03/2011 #1,490 |
![]() Dylan clapped and laughed. "Should I set up a communication with NASA?" Dylan asked Whistler. 12/03/2011 #1,491 |
![]() "Please," the Whistler said, "we don't want them to freak out too much." 12/03/2011 #1,492 |
![]() "Aww....Okay." Dylan grinned and sat on the floor. He scooped up the floor like a handful of sand and molded it like play doh. Soon he had a box shaped piece of metal with a plug and a mic. He plugged it into the tv and turned it on. "Care to do the honors?" Dylan asked. 12/03/2011 #1,493 |
![]() The Whistler stepped forward. He cleared his throat. "MARS Team to Huston, Huston, do you read me?" 12/03/2011 #1,494 |
![]() 'Houston in. We have you loud and clear Mars Team. What is your position?" ((Im not good at this so im winging it.)) Dylan thought he heard cheering in the background of the call. 12/03/2011 #1,495 |
![]() "Approximately 16 degrees, 5 mnutes south, 55 degrees, 10 minutes West," the Whistler said. 12/03/2011 #1,496 |
![]() "Confirmed. And what is your course of action?" The opperator asked into the transeiver. 12/03/2011 #1,497 |
![]() "Uh... We will stay and try to find life on Mars.... and report back to Earth every day. Over." 12/03/2011 #1,498 |
![]() "Cleared for now. Requesting this line to be left open in the event of a need for contact. Over." 12/03/2011 #1,499 |
![]() "Request accepted, this line will remain open. Over." The Whistler grinned at the others. 12/03/2011 #1,500 |
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