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    Picked up some scary shit on the Deep Space Probes this week. From the initial guesses of our sensor guys, it is a massive ship heading directly towards this system. Best guess puts it at several dozen times the mass of our vessel. We’re a science ship—we aren’t equipped to handle something like that. Luckily, whatever is will be on the wrong side of the system when it gets here. We might have to engage stealth protocols if our mission doesn’t end by then. Maybe the Empress will send us a battleship. I don’t have any evidence, but something tells me the Empress already knows about the ship, and that’s the real reason we’re here.