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September 17, 2012
WE FLEW IN swift as we could, cold as space, but they painted us from 90 kilometers downrange, and the atmosphere, when we finally hit it, boiled savagely. They lit us up with phasers, masers, sonics... I threw up, I donít mind telling you. And I wasnít the only one. We were strapped in and green, puking and praying. Sulu rolled us hard, I guess he was fighting for attitude, and the goddamn ship groaned. It rang ó it cried ó with antiaircraft fire. Goddamn, they were shooting us with railguns. Railguns! I didnít know the Galileo could take such a beating.