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Plating peeled away to reveal a metal framework inside. I hadn't noticed that Jon and Gumpo had finished optimising the shield room, as their shield generators turned off. A glance at the weapons console. I began the auto-setup, which would have to find a picture of Rick Astley with "Haha gottem" written.

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