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You watched the last ships in orbit jump away three days ago. You've been alone in your crashed fighter since then, surviving off rations and what small thermal radiation the generator is still putting out. It's not enough. If the lack of food doesn't kill you, the loneliness will... or, that's what you think until a figure emerges from the storm. You call to them only to realize it's a marine of the Elven Imperium and you're her sworn enemy, a rebel. Still... she probably wants to survive, just like you do, right?