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| Holy disease! It's Admiral Piett! |
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| Marvin Fenderson commands you make contact with him. |
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| Father Patterson, our ships have completed their scan of the area and found nothing. If the Extendible Geostationary satallite went into light-speed, it'll be on the other side of Basingrad by now. |
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