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You’ve done it.

The jjarro station is online, and we’re wrapping the nova in its containment fields.  The creature, or creatures S’bhuth fears are either dormant or a myth—we’ve seen nothing to account for his terror.

The S’pht’Kr have routed the Pfhor, capturing their flagship and forcing their High Admiral to flee the system, what little there is left of it.  The S’pht are preparing to bid farewell to their beloved home forever, as the sun collapses in on itself and the lonely marshes fade into the deepening twilight.

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The newly chosen Olders of the remaining S’pht are capturing as many of the Fl’ckta creatures and other native life as is feasible before they must leave with K’lia.  They are hopeful, though, and with our help will carve another paradise out of the void.

To you, we are deeply grateful, and release what little hold we might, as Durandal, have had on your soul.

Go.

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