Fatum Iustum Stultorum

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Robert Blake left something for you a few minutes ago. He and the other humans captured a Pfhor refueling ship and found or forced someone to pilot it for them. They folded out of the system immediately after I received the message, without so much as a "Thanks for saving us from becoming plasma on Tau Ceti, Durandal." Anyway, the message reads: "The dead walk again; we cannot wait. --Blake." I think he means me, but I let him go anyway. Good-byes were always hard for me. You know I'll never let you go. But now is no time to get sentimental about my resurrection; dry those tears and stuff a fresh clip in your assault rifle. The Pfhor down on the planet are not defeated yet.

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