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[therushingsky]

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[therushingsky]

Rhys doesn't say anything at first. He just takes it in. It's not that there weren't beaches back home - golden, artificial sands and perfectly dyed blue waters churned out of wave machines - but like this? With it's walls of dark rock and it's white foaming tides.

Yeah, they don't make holiday destinations like that in Hyperion.

"You think we can swim out to it? Swimming for me tends to be a trade off, either I'm really heavy, or I'm going one armed."

As they make it down onto the sand, he reaches up to begin unlatching his arm from his shoulder.

[14thcommander]

"We can! I have before."

Hange is wearing a simple black one-piece suit under her clothes, and also starts to disrobe, revealing scuffed lines across her thighs, visible across her check, back, and shoulders - tactical gear calluses.

"There's a place where the current cuts through very fast, though most of it is calm - it's fun to ride but will you be alright with one arm?"