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Rolls:
Special Action/Memetic: 19
Hypometric: 9,6,12
Dodge: 1, 11, 7
There was no ceremony this time. No last minute attempt at interception or escape. The patrol fleet had left the stations open in their attempt to ambush and intercept our ship. The missiles the RAIN launched existed to simply honor this sacrifice.
For a few seconds, twin suns shone over the perpetual twilight of the outer system. Across the belt, traveling shoals of mining drones fell silent as the whisper of navigation guidance faded into background static for the last time.
No more power. No more fuel.