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Captain Charles · May 4, 2026

"IMS Stryker to Sector Command".

"IMS Stryker to Sector Command".

Captain Charles sighed. This was probably the 3rd time his Communications Officer had tried to reestablish contact with Command that day. With only a vague idea of where they were the crew of the IMS Stryker were left to drift aimlessly though the Outer Rim.

"Enough of that, Gun Crews report to your stations for target practice. We will practice on those asteroids over there".

"Aye sir". replied his Gunnery Officer. "Gun Crews prepare to fire on my mark".

Charles watched the green turbolasers streak towards their targets then the subsequent explosions.

"As accurate as always". remarked Charles. "Give my praise to the Gun Crews, I will retire to my Quarters. XO you are in command".

Charles settled on to his rack perfectly made just like his at the academy. He didn't have to make it like that anymore but something about it made him feel better and besides he didn't have much else to do with his time anyways. He looked out the porthole into the endless abyss and the unfamiliar stars they had been plotting for weeks.

"I hope something exciting happens soon". muttered Charles before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Ronhar Tane · May 4, 2026

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
MIN FOOL'S ERRAND
[REDACTED]

Ronhar was beginning to suspect that the name of the ship he was on was too apt a description of what he was trying to accomplish.

The transmission had barely made it to comms. It was so garbled that even after hours of Mahporeem's best technician's attempts to clean it up, the message itself was barely audible:

[IM*bbbbzzzzt*ker t*bbbzzzzzzzzzt*mand, IM*bbbbzzzzt*ker t*bbbzzzzzzzzzt*mand, IM*bbbbzzzzt*ker t*bbbzzzzzzzzzt*mand]

Whatever the message was, Ronhar's best guess was that it was clearly some kind of distress signal, though as to who was asking for help, it was entirely unclear to him. Nonetheless, the Imperial Remnant demanded he investigate, and so here he was aboard the bridge of the MIN Fool's Errand, searching the endless void of space for a ship transmitting a distress call that might well be hostile to him and his men. The possibility that the transmission was some elaborately disguised trap had of course crossed Ronhar's mind, though if it was, whoever was transmitting the message was really committing to their role, since Ronhar had yet to find anything after hours of fruitless searching.

He was just about to call off the whole thing when he noticed something strange: asteroids exploding in the distance, and green streaks of turbolaser fire shooting across the vast expanse of space itself, as if they were being deliberately targeted. Of course they were, because the vessel shooting at them was using them for target practice! Finally, Ronhar had found his mystery ship, and from what he could tell, they even appeared to be Imperials of some kind!

Though the question did remain: what kind of Imperials were they exactly? They didn't seem to be in any form of visible distress, though there was no telling what was going on within the bowels of the ship itself. Based on the past two years of fighting that Ronhar had done across the galaxy, discretion was very much the better part of valor, in his not so humble opinion. Ronhar decided to contact the vessel from afar, even if it meant revealing the position of his ship to the wayward Imperials.

"Attention unknown Imperial ship, identify yourselves immediately. This is the MIN Fool's Errand of the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant responding to your distress call. What is your issue, over?"

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Captain Charles · May 4, 2026

Captain Charles was drifting off to sleep when there was a knock on his door.

"Come in". said Charles still half asleep.

It was his XO who was looking awfully shocked and excited at the same time.

"Sir, come to the bridge at once you will want to see this".

Charles didn't have to be told twice. He leaped out of his rack, running with his XO to the bridge. Just as he reached his command station the message came in.

"Attention unknown Imperial ship, identify yourselves immediately. This is the MIN Fool's Errand of the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant responding to your distress call. What is your issue, over?"

"Give me Comms". He ordered his Communications Officer.

"At once sir".

Charles observed the situation for a moment before he responded after all he had never seen a ship like that before. Out of the dozens of manuals he read of the ships of the major factions not once had he come across a ship like this. Yet, they were following Imperial Protocol and a enemy ship would have not revealed themselves so easily without hostile action. A small smile crossed his face. If this ship was who he thought they were they were saved. Charles decided to take a leap of faith and respond hoping that this ship was another Imperial.

"MIN Fool's Errand, this is the IMS Stryker of the New Imperial Order, well if it even still exists anymore. We were assigned a long range solo patrol in this sector when we lost contact with command. We tried to reestablish it multiple times with no success. Since you are MIN does that mean yall are whats left of the NIO? Or a different Imperial Faction".

Ronhar Tane

Ronhar Tane · May 6, 2026

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
MIN FOOL'S ERRAND
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Ronhar exchanged a confused glance with the comms officer as

Captain Charles explained the situation of himself and his men. What the hell was he talking about? The New Imperial Order? As far as Ronhar knew, the NIO had been defunct for years. Had something happened aboard the ship that had confused the soldiers aboard it? Perhaps a Hive Virus of some sort? Maybe a hyperspace accident? Issues with Cyro-Sleep, potentially? There were a million and one reasons as to why the IMS Stryker was in its current predicament, and none of them were good.

"IMS Stryker, the New Imperial Order has been defunct for some time now", Ronhar began gently. "The only Imperial factions left are my own, the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant, and the forces of my ally Supreme Commander

Marlon Sularen ."

Ronhar wasn't quite sure if he should reveal the existence of The Final Dawn to

Captain Charles quite yet, considering that he wasn't sure if he could trust the Imperial yet. Sure, he might be a valuable ally in the fight against the Sith and the Mandalorians, or he could be a spy, a trap laid by his enemies to ensnare Ronhar and his men. Honestly, short of blowing up the ship

Captain Charles was on, Ronhar really only had one option if he wanted to figure out what exactly was going on here.

"Captain, I am preparing a ship to board your vessel. I will arrive in your hangars in approximately ten minutes. Prepare yourself to receive visitors, and do NOT attempt to start your hyperdrive. I will consider doing so an act of aggression. My men and I will see you soon. Over and out."

With that, Ronhar and his team of ARC Troopers boarded the MIN Night Reaver, powered up the ships engines, and left the hangar of the MIN Fool's Errand, heading directly for the IMS Stryker. Hopefully, they would be able to land without incident, and then they could figure out just way the Captain and his ship had remained lost for so long without knowing what was going on in the galaxy. If they were hostile, however, Ronhar and his team would be ready to engage.

He just prayed that it wouldn't have to come to that.

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Captain Charles · May 6, 2026

"The NIO is gone".

That one sentence played over and over again in his head. His entire life was built around the NIO the Academy, Banks, the charge of the Dauntless. Everything he had ever done was with the NIO and now they were gone. A part of him knew this would happen besides when Charles and his ship set off for the Outer Rim the NIO was a bunch of scattered garrisons.

But for years? Charles swore it was only for weeks they had lost contact. Perhaps there were some issues with the Cryo-Sleep. Maybe something else? No matter, Charles decided he would ask his questions once Captain Ronhar arrived. He issued his orders rapidly,

"All Crew, prepare for the arrival of an Imperial Captain. Bridge Officer maintain the Stryker's position. Deck Officer, clear the hangar and send the TIE Defenders to escort his Transport. Do not show any hostile intent. These are honored guests".

He picked up the coms again.

"IMS Stryker to MIN Fool's Errand, we are preparing for your arrival. TIE Defenders will be on station shortly to escort your ship to our hangar. We look forward to your arrival".

Charles took a moment to straighten his uniform. It had been ages since he had another officer of his rank or above visit his ship.

"Look presentable boys!" He said over the ship intercom and with that he and the Imperial Marines went down to the hangar to form up to greet the Captain.

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Ronhar Tane · May 8, 2026

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
MIN FOOL'S ERRAND
[REDACTED]

As the MIN Night Reaver made its way toward

Captain Charles 's Arquitens-class Light Cruiser, a flight of STX-TIEs came up behind the gunship, ready to defend the vessel should the IMS Stryker attempt to launch starfighters of its own against the forces of the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant. For the moment, however, they seemed content to allow the Night Reaver to land, and Ronhar and his men were able to board the vessel without any incident. Just in case, however, the STX-TIEs continued patrolling around the cruiser, ready to attack at the very first sign of any trouble.

One safely inside, Ronhar exited his gunship, followed closely behind by his squadmates from Salvage Team Six, the most elite soldiers within the

Mahporeem Imperial Remnant. Greeting Ronhar was a standard but well executed formation of Imperial Marines, having lined up on either side of Ronhar to greet him and his ship with full military honors. Everything here seemed so normal, so bog standard, as if the ship had just come back from a mission for refueling and rearmament. So then why? Why was there so much confusion for those aboard the ship itself? How could they not know what had transpired in the sector over the last couple of years?

Even when it had been in its own self imposed isolation, Mahporeem had had at least a basic understanding of goings on with the galaxy around it. Something was not right here, and Ronhar was going to figure out no matter what!

That was when he spotted

Captain Charles . Ronhar walked over to the man, cautiously but optimistically, and extended his hand out to him in greeting.

"Captain Ronhar Tane, TK-3301 of the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant. Mind giving a rundown of what's going on around here, Captain?", Ronhar asked of the man before him.

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Captain Charles · May 8, 2026

"The Bridge Officer reports that the Fool's Errand has launched STX-TIES and they are patrolling around their ship". said his XO.

"Well, I guess there is no need to launch fighters of our own. Tell the Hanger Officer there is no need to launch our TIE Defenders they already have escorts". responded Charles.

"Aye sir"

His XO saluted before heading back to the bridge. Charles ordered his Imperial Marines to form up into the standard greeting formation two rows facing each other with a gap left in the middle to allow for the dignitaries to walk in the middle. Charles took his place near the front of the formation to greet the arrivals as soon as they landed.

The transport arrived, Charles noticed immediately that it was not the standard Imperial shuttle but rather a U-Wing. He found that interesting whoever these Imperials were they certainly thought like him in a sense, more practical and unconventional if need be.

Ronhar Tane said:
"Captain Ronhar Tane, TK-3301 of the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant. Mind giving a rundown of what's going on around here, Captain?", Ronhar asked of the man before him.

Charles firmly shook the man's hand.

"Welcome Captain to the IMS Stryker". He said warmly.

"Lets walk and talk. My crew have prepared refreshments in the Briefing Room". A ghost of a dry smile. " Its the least we can do for the first friendly face in much longer than we anticipated".

"As for what is going on here, we are honestly trying to figure it out still ourselves. My Data Analysis crew are going over it as we speak. From what we have pieced together so far it was most likely human error. Our departure from our base in the Core was quite rushed and perhaps the ground crew did not input the correct hyperdrive data leaving us stranded in this unfamiliar region".

They reached the Briefing Room. An Imperial Marine opened the hatch to let them in. Charles gestured to Ronhar to sit down and the party all sat down around the table.

"I have a lot of questions but if you could give me a recount of recent history in the Galaxy that would be great. My crew and I it seems have a few years worth of events to catch up on. After that I can offer you a tour of the ship if you are interested.

Ronhar Tane

Ronhar Tane · Monday at 12:32 PM

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
IMS STRYKER
[REDACTED]

At first glance,

Captain Charles seemed to be the textbook definition of a standard Imperial officer. Quick to take command of the situation. Capable of maintaining rigorous Imperial standards aboard his ship. Charming and charismatic to a fault. From what Ronhar could see, there didn't appear to be anything wrong with the Captain, at least on the surface. He would need an extensive psychological evaluation for Ronhar to know for certain, but for all intents and purposes, the man seemed completely...normal!

Which made the current situation all the more unusual, though the Captain was quick to chime in with an explanation:

"As for what is going on here, we are honestly trying to figure it out still ourselves. My Data Analysis crew are going over it as we speak. From what we have pieced together so far it was most likely human error. Our departure from our base in the Core was quite rushed and perhaps the ground crew did not input the correct hyperdrive data leaving us stranded in this unfamiliar region".

Ronhar frowned at the Captain's words. A plausible scenario, but even if true, it still wouldn't account for the gap in time that

Captain Charles had experienced over the last couple of years, unless the hyperdrive had somehow malfunctioned so badly that it had actually taken them years to get to their destination and the crew somehow hadn't realized or experienced it.

"I have a lot of questions but if you could give me a recount of recent history in the Galaxy that would be great. My crew and I it seems have a few years worth of events to catch up on. After that I can offer you a tour of the ship if you are interested."

"I would be interested in a tour", Ronhar replied, "after I've got you caught up to speed".

And so Ronhar began explaining everything that had happened over the last two years: how the Imperial Remnant had met Supreme Commander

Marlon Sularen and joined the Imperial Confederation, how they had gone to war against the Sith in the Thandon Star Cluster, how they had failed not once but twice to conquer to holy world of Brosi, how they had been sabotaged from within at the last set of peace talks with the Mandalorians, how the Sith Covenant had ambushed the capital of New Alderaan, and how the Supreme Commander had caused a diplomatic incident with the High Republic, accelerating the breakup of the Confederation and leading to the present situation.

"That about covers it. Any questions, Captain?"

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Captain Charles · Monday at 6:24 PM

Charles listened to Ronhar’s explanation without interrupting. It was something that Banks had taught him at the Academy, that you often learn more from what comes after the pause. Charles was silent for a long moment. Then took a sip of his drink.

“Thats a lot for me to take in as you can imagine but I get the overall picture now”. Said Charles

“Now for the tour”.

Charles lead Ronhar and his party around his ship: to the bridge, the hangar and the TIE Defenders, the mess hall, the gun emplacements. To Charles this was essentially a basic inspection except he was also explaining what was in and going on in each section. After it seemed like Ronhar was thoroughly satisfied with what he saw he led them back to the Hangar.

“Before you head back to your ship Captain. I would like to thank you for the information you have provided us. I have been thinking about it and my crew and I need a new purpose, a new mission, a new dream. You came all the way out here to answer a distress signal you really didn't have to. That tells me a lot about the kind of people you are and that you can be trusted. I am willing to offer the Stryker’s allegiance to your faction. If you are interested of course”.

Ronhar Tane

Sarah Vulke · Tuesday at 9:56 AM

Ronhar Tane

Captain Charles

Left, right, left, right.

Getting back into step was going to be important.

The Empire, after all, was an idea. Ideas did not die easily. Though it had been driven to the ragged edges of the galaxy, though self-professed champions of freedom and anarchy now ran rampant through the Core and beyond, the faithful servants of order would endure in whatever form they could.

Such was the nature of Order. An eternal answer to the problem presented by Chaos.

The Imperial Confederation was a joke. The Galactic Empire had risen and burned like a phoenix consumed by its own fire, collapsing beneath the weight of ego, infighting, and blind ambition. Those who still believed in structure and control had been scattered into the dark places between stars, left to either adapt or be swallowed whole by the lawless tides consuming the galaxy.

As with all things, they needed structure. A doctrine broad enough to justify atrocity and simple enough for the masses to follow without question. An eternal order carried upon the shoulders of the only people willing to bear its burden.

But such thoughts were not those of Imperial Army Trooper Vulke.

The convoy needed to reach safety. It needed to reconnect with whatever remained of Imperial authority and re-establish a foothold amongst the stars. And she needed to ensure that, when that happened, her name would already be etched into the foundations of whatever new Empire emerged from the ashes.

Even if it meant enduring the orders of incompetent swine and officers so intoxicated by their own authority that they could no longer distinguish fact from fiction, every interaction had to be leveraged. Every observation catalogued. Every weakness noted.

A synthesis was coming.

Sarah glanced toward the dim glow of her HUD clock. Two minutes. Enough time to reach the escape pods. Enough time to survive whatever bloodbath was about to unfold across the decks of the frigate.

It would not be clean.

Her illicit investigations aboard the vessel had uncovered something interesting in the surrounding sector: a ship bearing an old Imperial designation. IMS STRYKER. The encryption signatures were ancient—NIO standard. Her commanding officer had dismissed it immediately, paranoid of traps and ghosts.

Sarah disagreed.

If the New Imperial Order truly still existed somewhere in the shadows, then that vessel represented opportunity. And opportunity was worth any gamble. Provided, of course, that the radar crew aboard the STRYKER were not asleep at their stations.

A violent explosion thundered through the frigate.

The deck lurched beneath her boots as alarms erupted across the corridors in deafening waves of red light and mechanical shrieking. Somewhere deeper in the vessel, metal screamed against metal as the ship began to yaw off-course.

Perfect.

The pirates had missed her entirely.

Without hesitation, Sarah vaulted into the nearest escape pod and slammed her hand against the launch controls. The clamps disengaged with a violent shudder before the pod was hurled into the cold abyss of space. Drifting amongst burning debris and distant weapons fire, the lone pod spun slowly through the void while a distress signal pulsed endlessly into the darkness.

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Ronhar Tane · Wednesday at 10:53 AM

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
IMS STRYKER
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Ronhar willingly followed

Captain Charles on the tour of his vessel, visiting a number of places that one might expect to find on such a ship. The group went through the hangar bay, the mess hall, the ship's various gun emplacements and the command bridge. Except for the addition of TIE Defenders to the vessel's complement of starfighters, the ship seemed entirely normal, the bog standard definition of a well maintained and cared for light cruiser.

As Ronhar mused over everything that he had witnessed here today,

Captain Charles approached him one final time.

"Before you head back to your ship Captain. I would like to thank you for the information you have provided us. I have been thinking about it and my crew and I need a new purpose, a new mission, a new dream. You came all the way out here to answer a distress signal you really didn't have to. That tells me a lot about the kind of people you are and that you can be trusted. I am willing to offer the Stryker's allegiance to your faction. If you are interested of course".

Ronhar took a few moments to mull over the Captain's generous offer. Granted, Ronhar did have a few minor reservations about welcoming the Captain to the Imperial Remnnat, but from what he had personally witnessed, it seemed as if the Captain was genuinely interested in furthering the Imperial cause throughout the galaxy, and had access to the means and weapons necessary to do so. Gaining access to an Arquitens-class Light Cruiser and the men aboard was all in all simply too good of a deal to pass up, and these days, the Imperial Remnant could use as many men and ships as it could get its hands on. The choice was clear, and a rather easy one for Ronhar to make. He stuck his hand out toward the Captain for a handshake, intending to formally invite him to join the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant.

"Very well, Captain. Your allegiance to our cause is something I most graciously accept. Welcome to the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant! I expect great things from you and your men in the future."

Before he could say more, a message pinged his comms, as the sensors of the MIN Fool's Errand suddenly pinged yet ANOTHER distress signal, though this one had originated further away.

[EMERGENCY | LIFEPOD: C7 | ORIGIN: ACTIVE-CLASS ATTACK FRIGATE FORLORN | EMERGENCY]

Ronhar could scarcely believe what he was seeing. Yet another distress signal, conveniently trigger mere moments after Ronhar accepted Charle's membership into the Imperial Remnant. What in the actual hell was going on here? Surely that couldn't be any sort of coincidence? Was some outside force pulling strings around this sector? Was this a trap after all? Or was it simply an improbably slim series of events that just so happened to all be in and around the same area?

Ronhar looked at the Captain. "One of yours?"

He didn't even wait for an answer before he went to board his ship, calling back to

Captain Charles as he did:

"Looks like you're first official mission is here quite sooner than expected. Let's get that lifepod investigated while we still can!"

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Captain Charles · 2026-05-14T16:03:54-0400

“It ain't one of mine, but I’ll figure it out soon”.

Charles called over to Captain Ronhar as he was walking back towards his ship.

Charles knew what to do. He didn't even hesitate before issuing his orders.

“Hangar Officer, scramble the TIE Defenders. Tactical Officer activate tractor beam to real that pod into the hanger. Hanger Crew prepare for emergency recovery”.

Definitely not the day one Charles was expecting but he didn’t mind the excitement. After the Pod was retrieved and investigated the Stryker would make the jump to the Imperial Remnant. He was pretty interested in meeting the other Imperials there as well. But, the mission comes first.

The Pod was soon in the Hangar surrounded by Medical Crew, Imperial Marines and Technicians. Initial scanning revealed a single human was inside the pod.

I wonder who it is Charles thought before the hatch began to open.

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Sarah Vulke

Sarah Vulke · 2026-05-15T16:11:44-0400

Ronhar Tane

Captain Charles

The pull of the tractor beam was unmistakable. A sensation once so commonplace throughout the Empire that most crews stopped noticing it entirely. To Sarah, however, it was confirmation that her plan had worked.

Seated within the cramped confines of the escape pod, blaster resting against her left thigh, she allowed herself a single slow breath as the vessel was dragged into the bowels of the unknown ship. Somewhere beyond the durasteel walls waited the remnants of an Imperial cause long thought buried beneath the ashes of history.

The galaxy was crumbling. Republics collapsed into corruption, warlords carved apart hyperspace lanes, and every fool with a fleet believed themselves fit to rule. Chaos, pure and uncontrolled. Someone would have to restore order.

A violent clang reverberated through the pod as docking clamps locked into place. Moments later, a sharp hydraulic hiss echoed through the chamber beyond, followed by a heavily distorted voice ordering the occupant to disembark.

Sarah complied. The hatch released with a metallic groan before crashing against the deck plating with a heavy thud.

Her first glimpse inside the IMS STRYKER told her almost everything she needed to know.

The vessel was operational. The lighting grid functioned flawlessly, the bulkheads were maintained, and the personnel moved with rehearsed efficiency rather than the sluggish disorder so common amongst decaying remnant fleets. Weapons lockers were sealed correctly. Damage control stations were manned. Marines held formation instead of lounging like pirates masquerading as soldiers.

Whoever commanded this ship still believed in standards. That alone made them dangerous.

A ring of Imperial marines surrounded the pod while medics waited cautiously behind them, prepared for injury, infection, or sabotage. Standard protocol. Weapons trained low enough to avoid panic, high enough to kill her instantly if required.

Fortunately for everyone involved, she emerged without injury.

Stepping down from the pod, she holstered her blaster against her utility belt, right next to her sheathed dagger, in one smooth motion. Her equipment immediately marked her apart from standard infantry. Blast-resistant fatigues reinforced with mechanized operator plating, numerous utility pouches arranged with practical precision, and most notably, the helmet: the unmistakable design of an Imperial vehicle operator.

Her appearance contrasted strangely against the military pragmatism of her gear. Pale skin untouched by obvious scars, sharp cheekbones, composed features, and the natural symmetry more commonly associated with nobility than warzones. Yet the illusion weakened the moment she moved. Her posture was too alert. Too controlled. Every motion carried the instinctive awareness of someone accustomed to combat environments and command structures alike.

Amongst the gathered personnel, two individuals immediately stood out.

One was an Imperial captain, rank plaque visible beneath the cold lighting of the hangar. The other wore an exo-suit. Both men watched her with particular interest, the kind reserved for either valuable assets or potential threats. Possibly both.

After her pod had been inspected and the medics had completed their brief examination, Sarah approached the ranking officer with measured calm.

When she spoke, her voice carried the unmistakable refinement of someone born far above the station of a common soldier. Yet beneath that polished cadence lingered something warmer, darker — a faintly sultry undertone that sounded less intentional than ingrained from another life entirely.

"Sarah Vulke. IA-5712. Private. Mechanized Corps, 238th Division, Light Breakers."

Her pale eyes remained fixed on the captain.

"I am the last surviving member of my division. The remainder were slaughtered during evacuation procedures by pirate elements operating alongside a renegade militia fleet currently active within local space."

A slight pause.

"If it is of any relevance to your command staff, both the Galactic Empire and the Imperial Confederation have fallen. Political fragmentation across the Core and Inner Rim has accelerated rapidly. Any force operating this far into the frontier is likely unaware of the scale of the collapse."

Then silence.

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