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Fucking bastards.
The Vok payed me a visit earlier tonight.
They need these two 'golden disks' to...replace failing time-drives, whatever the fuck those are. One of them is in this solar system, somewhere.
They never answered my question as to how their experiments are supposed to help them find said disks.
Hypocrites. Saying you won't hurt us? Maybe not physically, but you are. You don't fucking care, though, right? We're just your little test subjects, here for your entertainment.
You would stoop so low, to threaten me with taking my mate?
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I hate this. I hate this so much, but I can't...won't let them do anything to him. I'd rather they take me than hurt him in any way...