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Titan lay ahead of me, pursuing its track around Saturn.
My ship drove toward it, flaming out fuel in reckless amounts as I poured on the acceleration. I had to get there fast. We'd already missed our rendezvous time with Thorsten by two days. He was going to figure out what happened -- must have done so already -- and would be hot behind us. I had to land, get the engines installed, load supplies, and take off into hyperspace before he hit.