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The feed ends, and only silence remains. Silence, so unnerving, it feels like a silent scream. | |||
After a seemingly endless amount of time - A few seconds? Or even minutes? - LeFleur's broken voice cuts through your thoughts like a hot knife through butter. | |||
"I am afraid that we we just saw is real.", LeFleur speaks with a trembling voice. "There is nothing we can do now, except waiting for further information from our directors in Slays." | |||
Then LeFleur turns to you. | |||
"Starhopper, you own a private frigate, right?", she asks. | |||
You nod. | |||
"I need all experienced personnel to secure the station and prepare for a potential attack, since we inhabit an area which is under Gallentean rule. Could you be so kind and fly to Luminaire VII? Examine the battlefield and bring us some visual intel of the crash site where the Titan went down. This would help us to estimate the number of civilian casualties on the planet. This is all we can do unless we receive new orders." | |||
Yes, Madam. | |||
"But... Starhopper.... Fly safe. And I really mean it this time.", you hear her voice as you turn away. | |||
You leave the conference room, and for the first time, you have the feeling that your help is ''really'' required. | |||
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