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The exposed patches of wiring should be able to penetrate the station's main reactor. "Gumpo, come with me.", I signalled over the intercom. The lasers fired. The Rebel ship could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Oloning! For all we do now? Oannonball! We're shutting honey production! Mission.

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