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As your information terminal begins to light up with the
usual process checks and ammo load count, you feel the vibration
of the engines as they propel the ship towards the Gravitron
Ring, that wonderful gift provided by another species with which
you can't possibly conceive the idea of space travel even being
possible without. And even before that thought is concluded, the
Pegasus is slung tens of thousands of light years in a mere eight
seconds to its destination, almost effortlessly. Almost as fast
as you can believe that you are here, the command to fire the
Plasma Bolt comes through. And, as routinely as ever, comes the
annoying pirates in their third rate crafts trying to ruin every
second of your existence, just because they consider you, your
ship, and your people trespassers. But, your job is your job. So,
defend your new ship well.
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