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"Do we have any idea where we are?" Harold groaned as he felt a rib grind. "I think I cracked a rib"

Angela pushed off from the deck and looked up and out through the cupola on top of the bridge. She returned and put her hand onto Harold's shoulder to get suit comms to work.

"Somewhere near galactic centre I think. Someplace we really don't want to be. Can you try and get ship's comms relays back up?"

Harold nodded. "Sure. Ship? What's your power status?"

++ AI core, one hundred percent ++
++ Engine, offline ++

Harold smiled.

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