Had some Mantis boarders running amok – it was the only way to take them down. “See this scar? I got that when I targeted my own bridge with an incendiary missile. Sit down opposite him and you invite a torrent of torrid tales. The laser burns on his jacket, the monkey wrench in his belt, and the broad grin creasing his craggy, careworn face give him away. The fellow nursing the mug of Roc ale in the corner of the cantina doesn’t have to tell you he’s an FTL captain.
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