7″Alerts are sounding all across your star-cruiser. Your communications officer turns to you and relays that you are being hailed by an unknown ship. They do not appear to be hostile, but they are insisting on being patched through to you. You nodded with an order to patch it through. Karl’s face appears on screen, bluish green bruises on his face, appearing to have been in a recent battle. His eyes are pleading. Please! I seek safe haven! I need assistance! I’m begging you I need help!
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