Guy: He needs medical attention. I know of a good facility in this system. *points it out on a holomap* I'll transmit the coordinates to your friends, and they can follow us. *Guy looks into what appears to be a targeting computer and points to a light on the control panel* Look here.
*The light flashes, and Irvine slumps over, unconscious*
Sorry, but I've got to use warp space...faster, and I can't have you asking questions...
*Guy transmits the coordinates to Raschel and Syrnl's respective ships, then his ship flashes away*
((OOS: Admiral, that takes care of your time skip))
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