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Prometheus is broken. Screens will give away my position. I tried talking to her, I really did.
I hear her. I hold my breath, but only hear my blood dripping from my side.
I wonder how to save my own life.
Something wet hits the wall in front of me, thrown from down the hall where I can't see. Skull, spine attached. Familiar red wine-colored hair. One eye missing, the other will never wink again. Lips forever voiceless.
I hear two more things, then nothing ever again.
A growl.
And the roar of the warmachine's ancient thrusters, bringing Firefly closer.