_Somewhat like Nathan Hale of old, Jak SP regretted having but one vitality to give for his Planet ... and the starry-eyed Drusilla._ One hour and forty-one minutes before deceleration, the spacecopter materialized off to right, matching precisely the 3360 kilometers per second speed of the Box. Jak SP34509260 jerked erect in answer to blinking red lights and screeching collision whistles. The dark glass and liquid ozone of the control cabin windows gave but a distorted view of space, although enough to show the sleek shape outside.…
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