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The Power Tool
Fantasy written by: BELEGON
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Luna sat at her workbench, fusion torch in one hand, welding solder in the other. A few more inches, and she'd finally be done. It would be complete. She thought back to the last time she'd been with a real man, so many months ago at the space station at Bernard's Star. That was, of course, before her ship had been attacked by the Kr'Santh, a race of brutal, ruthless warriors from beyond the distant Pleiades. Only her quick thinking had saved her from being vaporized. When she had shut off the auxiliary power, they had taken her ship for dead in space. They had left it, and her, to rot. However, Luna had a few more resources at hand than they could have known about. And now she was using those resources to alleviate the mind-crushing boredom that was flooding her both day and night.


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