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“Computer, state our position.”
“Ten light-minutes from the outer regions of Omega Centauri, Captain.”
“How long to the nearest outpost? Can we make it?”
“Yes. All auxiliary power has been re-routed to impulse engines.”
“Will that leave enough power for life support?”
“Affirmative, Captain.”
“Have they built a new outpost outside the system? The maps don’t confirm anything within a radius of a light-second.”
“We can’t go far enough on our impulse engines to reach the nearest outpost!”
“Then have you repaired our hyper-drive? Can we make the jump?”
“Negative, Captain. Life support failing.”

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