"I better call the Admaral" said Betty. She contacted him. "Admaral, we have a situation. My friend Paloma." said Betty aquardly. Paloma walked over. She waved. Not a hi-there kind of wave. An I'm-in-touble-arent-I kind of wave. "Well, we have no choice to make her a Galctic Gardian." said Admaral DeGill. "I'll beam up your uniform and braclet." Suddenly, a box was beamed up that had "To Atomic Paloma" written on it. She went to the back of the ship to put it on. She stepped out with her hands on her hips and her chin up high. Atomic Paloma. she thought. I like the sound of that.

TO BE CONTINUED..............

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