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[[Our focus moves to the Grand Protuberance's flagship, which is once again underway. The Protuberance looms on the bridge, surrounded by drones, with a soldier drone standing immediately by his side.]]
Protuberance: Estimated arrival time to Municipal Locus Alpha One?
Drone: Approximately 120 kilo-ganadans, Grand Protuberance.

Protuberance: Tau Sigma's mutinous crew should have already arrived by now, as should our enemy with the bombs.
Soldier: What are their odds of intercepting the enemy, your immenseness?

Protuberance: I believe it is unlikely, although it is equally unlikely the invaders will make it past our--
[[Suddenly, he winces, as if in pain.]]
Protuberance: Ngh...
Soldier: Grand Protuberance?

[[The Protuberance stares off into the distance, as if looking beyond the hull of the ship. A deep concern crosses his immense face.]]
Protuberance: N-no... it... cannot be...