...alone.   With just the stars to guide me through this sea of black.  Long ago have I given up hope of resuming contact with my ship, or my people or of even seeing my home again.  I don't know how much longer I can go on.  My supplies are dwindling and my fuel is almost exhausted, but I will go on as long as I can.  However long that is.

I repeat.

My name is Commander Pavel Tentsov.  Commander of the fourth attack squadron belonging to the Death's Head.  We were ambushed by an unknown enemy in the vicinity of the Horse Head nebula. 

I do not know who or what they were but they hit us hard and they hit us fast. 

By the time our fighters got into the fray it was already too late.  The Death's Head had taken heavy damage.  Badly outnumbered, over half of my squadron was gone within minutes, and the other three squadrons had suffered equally.  We rallied where we could and tried to stave off this new enemy, but to no avail.  The carnage was unbelievable.  It was impossible to fly for 30 seconds without having to avoid debris or having something bounce off of your canopy.  

It ended as quickly as it had started. 

I saw the Death's Head retreat at light speed with the enemy in pursuit, leaving only myself and six other ships alone in space. 

That was three days ago and I am the only one left.  So, if you get this message, please pass it along to Central Command. 

I am tired... I should sleep, but I need to keep going.  but I am tired of being alone.  With just the stars to guide me  through this sea of black.  Long ago have I given up hope of resuming contact with my ship, or my people or of even seeing my home again.  I don't know how much longer I can go on.  My supplies are dwindling and my fuel is almost exhausted, but I will go on as long as I can.  However long that is.

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