The first Pfhor dropship landed twelve minutes ago, and their troopers have already penetrated the hull. It seems that our standard operating procedure calls for me to transport you into the worst fighting. Maybe you can slow them down.

It may only seem like a matter of hours since your last battle here, but remember that seventeen years have passed for those of us who did not spend the voyage from Tau Ceti in a stasis chamber. A few things have changed:

We're helpless on Lh'owon's second moon. Our engines have been destroyed and all primary weapons are off-line. Life support has failed in most areas.

Enjoy yourself.

Durandal's ruin is written everywhere; this doomed ship reeks of it. The infiltration of your ship's network has begun and the next four drop ships have just landed.

Durandal will be too stubborn to see the truth, but you may still. There is nothing you or he can do to save yourselves or the humans you have brought here.

                        gnc32<o84ce>t <>

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You did well, but all the human defenders elsewhere near the hull have been routed; you must fall back.

The humans have fortified the interior of the ship, near the teleporter array. I'll try to evacuate as many of the S'pht and the humans down to the planet as I can.

You must hold off the Pfhor as long as possible.

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