I’m suited up, outside Pioneer. Blackness surrounds me. I cling to the comms array with one hand. In the other, I hold an electrical saw. I’m tethered outside the ship, still suited up. I’m at the fuel tank, meticulously opening it up. I’m watching as the fuel drifts out, brown-black globules fading into darkness, and I smile.
AHHHHHHHHH. She killed them!!
