Deep Space Endeavor 3 Death Match
they arrived at their quarters and Collin was on his way before they could even say goodbye. Sibbie and Teha just laughed and went to their quarters to settle in.
    Ogen found Kimi in the hallway and began walking with her. “Kimi, I feel like we’ve been doing this dance around our feelings, so I am going to just come out and say it. I like you a lot, and I would like to take the next step in our relationship. I think we could be great together.”
    Kimi just stood there; she had no idea what to say. She knew he had some feelings for her, but she had no idea they were this strong. If only Jesse could have been the one to say that when this mission first started. She realized he was looking at her and she replied, “Ogen, I don’t know what to say. I don’t have those same feelings for you. I like you and I think we work well together, but that’s it.”
    “Let me ask you this,” he began, undeterred. “Is it me you can’t picture yourself with, or is it because I’m not Jesse? If you can tell me you are in love with Jesse, I’ll respect that and leave you alone. If you can’t, I’m just going to work under the assumption that you like me and just haven’t realized it yet.” He smiled and confidently walked away before she could reply. Now she had to face his question, was she still in love with Jesse, and if not, why shouldn’t she go for Ogen. He’s a great guy and we do get along well . She didn’t appreciate the fact that he was making her face her decision to end any chance of a relationship with Jesse. Because if she truly had ended it, there would be nothing standing between her and Ogen.
     
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    Jesse was tossing and turning in his sleep. He hadn’t been sleeping well, but he didn’t want to tell anyone and make them worry about him even more; especially Suzy. She was really having a difficult time with this and she was not happy with the crew or herself for talking him into this death match. This was the third time in the last week that he had woken up in a cold sweat, and now sleep eluded him once again. He was really starting to get annoyed with himself; he had never really been the type to lose sleep worrying about things. Sure, he had the occasional nightmare based in past battles, but never the future. Now it almost seemed like it was all he could think about, and his anxiety was threatening to get the best of him. As he lie awake, thinking about what was to come, his days in Special Forces training flashed in his mind once again. The final training mission flooded his mind, leaving sleep far from his eyes. He could still hear Sergeant Kelly’s voice in his mind.
     
    [“This is the final week before we find out which of you might make decent Special Forces soldiers and which ones go back to being fodder. All of you have already made it farther than I ever thought a useless group like you would. Here’s the assignment: We are going to drop you off in groups of ten at an unknown location. You will only have your knife, canteen and the clothes on your back. One week later, we will be back to pick you up. If you survive, you pass. If you’re afraid, you can leave now.” He put on a mocking smile before he kicked his voice up a notch. “Does anyone want to leave?”
    “No, Sir.” Eighty men yelled in unison. Six hundred thirty-two men had started the training, and they were down to eighty. By the end of the week, there would probably be only half of that.
    “There will be a transmission terminal in the drop ship that will take you to your uninhabited planet. If any of you wish to leave during the week, just make the transmission and stay in the ship. Otherwise, you are not allowed in the ship, is that clear?”
    “Yes, Sir.” Eighty voices yelled in unison again.
    When Jesse’s group entered their ship, they noticed their winter gear waiting for them, clothing only. They all knew this meant they were going to an arctic world, most likely the uninhabited world, Zyrnn. When
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