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Jack Johnson cowers in the pleasant glow of the monitors surrounding his station, occasionally stealing glances at the darkness that seemed to encroach on him from all sides. The sparse emergency lights seem to do little to arrest the growing blackness. Jack has never been a regular at the temple of logic and reason, and has little trouble convincing himself that the void is in fact seeping through the hull. A solid, sentient predator that is sneaking up on him.
When the lights turn back on, his heart skips a beat. The Tech-Liason is the first to state the obvious. ,,Main power is back online.''