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Mayday: Prologue (Day 5)

[Begin Transmission]
Mayday. Mayday.
Does anybody read me? We’re passengers on U.S. Nova 12. We have not heard from mission control in a few days. Can anyone read me?
We don’t have much more supplies up here. Our return date is quickly approaching and we need guidance on where to go. Stuff is going on down there. We can see blasts hitting everywhere.
We’re just so worried. We want to go back and see our families.
I give up.
[End Transmission]

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