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“Noted,” Valerius grunted. He rounded a bend and found the hull peeled back like a tin of rations. Beyond the torn metal hung Santa Astarta.

“No,” Valerius said. “We’re going home.” stranded on santa astarta

Valerius raised his las-rifle. “Who did you expect?” “Noted,” Valerius grunted

“Life support is critical,” came the vox-click of Mender Korr, the ship’s enginseer. “Atmosphere will be breathable for another four point three standard hours. After that, nitrogen narcosis, then hypoxia.” then hypoxia.” “We need a ship

“We need a ship,” Valerius said. “Or a power source. We need to leave.”