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The five hundred and thirteen meter long bulk of the ISV Hussar hid as quietly as it could in a nebulae, hoping to escape the predatory shape of the Red Horizon. It wasn't going to work very well - not at these distances. It was only a matter of time... or was it?

The Hussar had already been found.

:.̷ P͠l̀ay̵e͜nn dea̢d͞ ́.̢T̢h͜e͠nn̴ th́i̢nk̵ t͘hen̢n̢ ̶can̵ ̡hid͞e .͏:́

"Bossii. Think we can hide?"

:. ̡L͝et̡ ͠th̴e͜m̀n ̵th̛in̨k t̀hat ̕.Mo͝re͢n̕n ҉fu͢n̢ ͡.:

"We're three klicks away. We're not hiding for very long, Chi."

"...can Chi shoot?"

:͢.͟ Th͟i̧nk t͡h̵ey ͡a͝r̛en҉n ͡thr̵ea͡t ̛?͞:̷

"We'll see, Chi...i sure as fuck hope not."

:̡. ̵Pre̷y͜ ̴.̸:

The Hussar lurked cold and as dead as space around it, running the bare minimum - life support, some communications. Just enough to manage the three sensor drones.

"Helm. Once they're about a click away, fire the engines. Let's see if we can't give these guys the run around."

"Da kaptain."

.̵ ̢N͟òw͜ ̵t̨h҉e̶ye͠n͡n͏ ̴th͞in̡k̀ c̢an ҉ru͞n͡ ͞.̨:

"One point five klicks, kaptain. Firing jets to escape course."

The Hussar's cold-gas maneuvering jets opened valves deep within the ship, and slowly it rotated directly onto a vector directly away from the Red Horizon. Unfortunately, that just happened to expose the still cooling heat radiators.

"Captain! дерьмо! Forgot about heat vanes-"

:.̕ ̸T̡he͟yǹn̡ ͢j̕ust̢ make͟ ͡it͠ m̷or̷ę fun͡ ̕.̵:҉

"Shit! Damn the one kilometer, burn the engines now!"

:. ́They̵n̕n̡ ̧are ͘r͠un̕ning ̧.:̵

"Da! Full burn! Bringing compensator up, kaptain!"

:͘.͏ ̴Catch ͞.̧:

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The five hundred and thirteen meter long bulk of the ISV Hussar hid as quietly as it could in a nebulae, hoping to escape the predatory shape of the Red Horizon. It wasn't going to work very well - not at these distances. It was only a matter of time... or was it?

The Hussar had already been found.

:.̷ P͠l̀ay̵e͜nn dea̢d͞ ́.̢T̢h͜e͠nn̴ th́i̢nk̵ t͘hen̢n̢ ̶can̵ ̡hid͞e .͏:́

"Bossii. Think we can hide?"

:. ̡L͝et̡ ͠th̴e͜m̀n ̵th̛in̨k t̀hat ̕.Mo͝re͢n̕n ҉fu͢n̢ ͡.:

"We're three klicks away. We're not hiding for very long, Chi."

"...can Chi shoot?"

:͢.͟ Th͟i̧nk t͡h̵ey ͡a͝r̛en҉n ͡thr̵ea͡t ̛?͞:̷

"We'll see, Chi...i sure as fuck hope not."

:̡. ̵Pre̷y͜ ̴.̸:

The Hussar lurked cold and as dead as space around it, running the bare minimum - life support, some communications. Just enough to manage the three sensor drones.

"Helm. Once they're about a click away, fire the engines. Let's see if we can't give these guys the run around."

"Da kaptain."

.̵ ̢N͟òw͜ ̵t̨h҉e̶ye͠n͡n͏ ̴th͞in̡k̀ c̢an ҉ru͞n͡ ͞.̨:

"One point five klicks, kaptain. Firing jets to escape course."

The Hussar's cold-gas maneuvering jets opened valves deep within the ship, and slowly it rotated directly onto a vector directly away from the Red Horizon. Unfortunately, that just happened to expose the still cooling heat radiators.

"Captain! дерьмо! Forgot about heat vanes-"

:.̕ ̸T̡he͟yǹn̡ ͢j̕ust̢ make͟ ͡it͠ m̷or̷ę fun͡ ̕.̵:҉

"Shit! Damn the one kilometer, burn the engines now!"

:. ́They̵n̕n̡ ̧are ͘r͠un̕ning ̧.:̵

"Da! Full burn! Bringing compensator up, kaptain!"

:͘.͏ ̴Catch ͞.̧: