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APOLLO: Starbuck, you stay in formation. Narcho has Kat.
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Inbound.
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APOLLO: Starbuck, you're too close!
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STARBUCK: Oh!
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Frak!
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A compressor blew. It looks like it threw a blade.
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It severed the fuel line. Cally, check the tank! Gods this is ugly.
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The tank's bone-dry. There's not even fumes in here.
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TYROL: Captain, how'd you land this thing?
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Pointed it toward the deck and stopped when I got here.
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"Bone-dry," she says. Landed the bird without a drop of fuel.
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If you want to die, I will open up an airlock for you.