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September 21, 2005

D: M'aidez!

Shit, that was the starboard vortex drive stabilizer. Gotta peel left and shake this Gruk battle cruiser from my tail. Great, this thing now handles like a doped-up manatee swimming through tar. Gotta break their missile lock, dump a load of chaff and barrel-roll over towards that nebula there in the confusion.

Finally got me some thinking space. Auto-repair is working but ammo and juice are low and that cruiser’s still out there. No way do I have enough on the racks to take that mother out. Shit, if only the stabilizer hadn't blown up I could still have escaped.

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