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Well, it seemed that there was somebody alive on the ship, at least. Will
you think less of me if I admit that, somewhere deep down in my heart, I
felt the tiniest little twinge of regret? A freighter that size would have
to be worth a fortune in salvage, and I know a guy who... Ah, well, never
mind. It was a moot point, anyway. And, besides, didn't I have enough to
do already without starting up a major salvage operation? What with
delivering the whiskey and investigating the message from my
not-as-dead-as-I'd-thought buddy, and all? The figure was still waving at me, and like an idiot I waved back, although there was no way he or she could have seen me through the heavily polarized cockpit window. It suddenly occured to me that I was undoubtedly in range of even a tiny pressure-suit radio now, though, so I hopped back on the comm and sent out a hail on the standard frequency. I was answered almost immediately. "Thank heaven you've come!" It was a man's voice, with just the slightest trace of a Westonian accent. "I'd ask what the problem is, but it's pretty obvious." Well, all right, what had caused the damage was far from obvious, but there'd be time enough to talk about that later. First things first. "What do you need? Judging by the size of your ship, there's no way I'm going to be able to evacuate your whole crew..."
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