We were lulled into a false sense of security as we swung through an unexpectedly balmy portion of space called the Southern Nebula. As we emerged, however, cold gusts of subspace crystals slammed into the hull of our intrepid little ship.
The question on everyone's mind? Will our fuel oil hold out until we land and escape the cold reaches of space?
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Directions from the Admiral. Continue on present course. Spring sector dead ahead. At present course and speed it will be here and gone. Before you realize it we will be in the heat of the summer quadrant.
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