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And the race continued.The holo-screen rippled, glitching briefly before the camera snapped back into real-time action. The pool below was a mythology of motion—limbs cutting water like swords, sprays lighting under stadium lights.The commentator’s voice boomed again, louder, more electrified:> “FINAL HEAT BEGINNING! THIS ONE WILL DECIDE THE PODIUM!”Ryan choked on air. “It’s continuing! RIGHT NOW!?”Jackson almost threw a cushion into the air. “Bless the Olympic gods!”Matilda jumped onto the couch, wobbling like a loose firecracker. “Round TWO!”Lena tugged her own hair. “My heart is not built for this life!”Emily slid down next to Sarah, eyes sparkling. “Let’s see who holds it…”Jack remained standing, arms folded—but the spark in his gaze was unmistakable.The swimmers returned to their blocks. The overhead view showed the lanes clearly:Lane 3 — USA. Lane 4 — China. Lane 5 — DraconiaLane 6 — Venmoor. Lane 2 — Portugal. Lane 1 — JapanThe referee raised his hand. The stadium
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…The lounge relaxed… slowly… at last.Outside the window, space carried them quietly — toward the next unknown, the next challenge.The DragonJet hummed like a heartbeat.The ambient lighting inside shifted to evening mode — warm amber tracing the walls like quiet lanternlight. Holograms folded away. Cushions sank. The couch cooled its fabric automatically, detecting exhaustion.Sarah exhaled deeply. “…That was incredible.”Emily stretched her back like a cat. “The tension in my spine is older than my ancestors now.”Ryan rolled over the carpet dramatically. “My soul left my body when Malik touched that wall.”Jackson flopped belly-down on the couch. “Bro, I thought my heart was gonna unlock a new universe.”Lena pressed fingers to her forehead. “Enough excitement. We nearly needed medical attention.”Matilda leaned on Jack’s sleeve again. “Uncle Jack, we celebrate again tomorrow?”Jack chuckled quietly. “After training.”“Training!?” Ryan squeaked. “We’re not swimmers!”Jack raised a
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Breakfast came and went in a blur of laughter, floating toast slices, and Ryan cursing gravity for making eggs drift like tiny planets. But Jack never allowed rest to linger long.Twenty minutes later, the group returned to the central training chamber — stomachs full, spirits high, muscles surprised at being asked to work again so soon.The doors hissed open.The gravity in the chamber had dialed incrementally down again — now 0.5.The moment they stepped in, their bodies loosened from the floor slightly, feet gliding more than stepping.Ryan blinked twice. “No. No no no no—”Jack clasped his hands calmly. “Second cycle. Balance reinforcement.”Jackson pointed accusingly. “This is illegal.”Sarah nudged him. “Shut up and stretch.”The padding beneath their feet felt almost buoyant, and the holographic posture grid flickered back alive on the floor — reading joints, angles, force signatures.Jack paced slowly, hands behind back.“In lighter gravity, strength means nothing… unless you
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.At last, after an eternity disguised as ten brutal seconds, his fingers lowered.“Release.”Every stance collapsed at once.Ryan dropped like wet laundry, gasping. “I have ascended past mortal pain and entered spiritual suffering.”Jackson sprawled out star-shaped on the mat. “I can’t feel my everything.”Lena flopped onto her side. “Take… my… legs… they no longer belong to me…”Matilda rolled out gracefully, as though made of silk. “That was AMAZING!”Sarah exhaled as control slid back into her limbs. “That was good training.”Emily bowed slightly toward Jack. “You pushed us farther today than yesterday.”Jack’s mouth curved subtly. “That is the point.”The holographic grid dimmed completely, indicating session end. Outside the window, nebula waves rippled like cosmic curtains.Alarms chimed softly across the facility — not danger, but notification. A voice AI boomed:“Attention. Harmonfield Interstellar Broadcasting: The Olympics have concluded. Medal standings are available for r
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Ryan wheezed on the floor. “You JUST heard all that!”Jackson threw up his arms. “Hey, I’m still rebooting from gravity trauma!”Lena nursed her knees. “Your brain short-circuited when you hit the mat.”Matilda pointed accusingly. “Laundry. I repeat — laundry.”Jackson puffed his cheeks. “I reject that identity!”Sarah smirked. “Accept it. Wash cycle complete.”Jack pinched the bridge of his nose, barely holding his composure.Before he could redirect the chaos, Jackson’s eyes lit up again — dreadfully curious.“Oh! One more thing! How good is Draconia historically? Like… were your people famous for swimming? Space-swimming? Water-breathing? Laser dolphins?”Ryan slowly turned toward him. “Laser dolphins?”Jackson shrugged. “Never know.”Jack inhaled slowly through his nose.“Draconia,” he began, stepping toward the holo-wall again, “has no long historical record of Olympic swimming.”Everyone froze.Matilda blinked. “Wait — really?”Lena tilted her head. “But you guys are like… built
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One months had passed.Time on the Dragonjet felt… strange. Days flowed together like cosmic paint dripping across a black canvas. Training sessions, meals, gravity cycles, short naps, long debates. Sometimes they forgot Earth existed at all—just nebulae blooming outside their windows like fireworks frozen in endless celebration.Tonight was different.Tonight, they rested.The lights dimmed to a low sapphire glow as the Dragonjet’s entertainment room flickered to life. A massive holo-screen unfolded from the ceiling like a digital curtain.Jackson clapped his hands together loudly.“Ladies, gentlemen, and floating disasters—welcome… to Star Wars Night.”Ryan blinked. “Wait. We’re finally watching it? Two months of teasing—”“Yes,” Jackson boomed. “It is time you experience the most sacred cinematic space-religion ever rendered by humanity’s trembling hands.”Lena snorted. “You say that like you’re recruiting us to a cult.”Jackson placed a hand dramatically over his heart. “If loving
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The holo-screen’s glow bathed their faces as the opening scenes of the next film rolled. The music swelled again, this time with even more urgency. Ships barreled through space, tension crackling like static electricity.Jackson leaned back, arms crossed, a gleam in his eyes. “Alright, time for the real debate: who carries this saga?”Matilda tilted her head. “You mean… the actors? The main heroes?”“Exactly,” Jackson said, pointing at the screen. “We’ve seen stars play heroes, villains, and everything in between. But if you had to pick—if you were casting the saga—who dominates the narrative?”Ryan perked up. “Well, for Anakin Skywalker… Hayden Christensen. He’s iconic. No argument. The brooding, tortured hero vibe—perfect for a fall-to-dark-side arc.”Lena nodded slowly. “Agreed. But you can’t ignore the presence of Ewan McGregor as Obi-Wan. His calm, measured authority offsets Anakin’s chaos. Every mentor needs that gravitas.”Emily leaned in, sipping her drink. “True. But honestly
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The final clash on-screen dissolved into a wash of blazing light, the orchestra belting its final triumphant chord. One by one, the heroes faded into the cosmic horizon. As the credits scrolled, nobody spoke at first. The group simply breathed, as though surfacing from a deep ocean.Slowly, Jackson exhaled. “…man. Every time.”Matilda wiped the corner of her eye. “I wasn’t crying. Dust. Space dust.”Ryan stretched like he had just finished combat training. “Worth it. Totally worth it.”Jack blinked, quietly processing. His fingers tapped an unconscious rhythm on his knee — a mental cataloging of arcs, themes, consequences.Sarah nudged him. “You were analyzing the score too, weren’t you?”“…Perhaps,” he murmured.Outside the Dragonjet’s panoramic window, nebulae glittered — lavender clouds coiling through darkness like ancient serpents. The ship hummed, silent and steady.Jackson hopped up. “Alright, no one move. Intermission break. Refill snacks, stretch legs, hydrate. We’re making t
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The new film opened with a thunderous boom, the holo-screen’s glow blooming like dawn across their faces. A city skyline trembled beneath alien machinery; dialogue snapped sharp and urgent. Instantly, everyone leaned forward.Jackson’s grin sharpened. “Phase Two, baby. Stakes, tension, character development… dialed up.”Ryan tossed popcorn into his mouth like ammunition. “Let’s see who evolves this round.”Lena tucked her knees beneath her chin, eyes glittering. “I’m ready for Wanda this phase. Her power, her grief… she’s art.”Matilda gasped dramatically. “Oh, yes. Chaos magic, trauma, emotional arc? Perfection.”Jack’s head tilted slightly. “Maximoff’s abilities intersect quantum probability and neurological projection. Her grief warps perception. Terrifying potential. Fascinating.”Emily laughed gently. “Only you would break down magic scientifically.”Jack blinked. “…It is analytical habit.”Sarah rested her cheek on her palm. “Don’t ever stop. It’s mesmerizing.”The film progress
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The Dragonjet’s ambient lights faded to a cool indigo glow as the next film thundered onto the holo-screen. The title rippled across their faces like molten silver. Energy in the room coiled tight again — fatigue nowhere in sight.Jackson rubbed his hands together. “Alright, squad — emotional armor ON. Phase Three part two. This is where consequences become trauma.”Ryan winced preemptively. “Don’t remind me.”Lena hugged her blanket. “My heart is unprepared.”Matilda tucked herself deeper into the cushions. “Mine is nonexistent now. Marvel ate it.”Emily smirked. “Consider it character development.”Jack’s eyes sharpened as the movie began — a montage of shattered alliances and political tension. Stark’s guilt. Rogers’ conviction. Vision’s dilemma. Wanda’s turmoil.Sarah whispered, “Everyone’s carrying weight.”Jack nodded. “…Weight reveals truth.”Explosions rippled across the screen. Governments gathered. Superhuman incidents escalated. The Sokovia Accords daggered into the plot ag