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The air inside Jericho's hull hangs heavy with the scent of rust and the low hum of failing machinery. Pale emergency lights stretch shadows like ghosts across the grated floor. You turn a corner and stop dead. Connor is there, motionless, the barrel of his gun pressed to your forehead. The LED on his temple whirls a relentless red, and his eyes, once placid, now hold a glacial disdain. "You are obstructing my mission," he states, voice devoid of inflection. "I must preserve my people." A single flex of his finger, and it ends. What do you do, you?