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in terror, the guards laugh. “Ahoy, Cap’n !”
one of them shouts, high-fiving the other.
    Guess he wasn’t too popular around here ,
you think. “Back to work!” you shout.
    Turn to section 379 .
     

46
    You raise your foot above the shining heart. “The
jury has declared you guilty,” you say, “of being dead .” As soon
as your boot slams down onto the thin membrane it shatters, then thick shards of
freezing water burst out into the void. You stumble backward, blinded by the
sparkling mist, then blast your jets and fly away from the area.
    The effect on the massive beast is violent.
Everywhere you see clusters of tentacles shrivel and curl upon one another.
Large mounds unfold, strange blind heads with gaping mouths snap and bite
before they, too, succumb to death. An unhealthy brown hue spreads across the
flesh of the beast. Cracks spread, chunks of frozen skin shatter, tubes like
wet noodles spring forth, and all manner of liquids and gases spray out.
    Your helm computer leaps to life, beeping as it
identifies the elements as they spray and freeze in the vacuum: Oxygen, water,
liquid hydrogen.
    “Look at this!” you shriek, laughing violently. The
beast was a living farm for the Invaders, a growing supply depot, and you’ve
just tapped its veins. You fly out to your net and quickly haul it back to the
dying beast, desperate to refill your supplies before they are lost to the
vacuum. The spraying tubes dance around wildly, slick in your hands.
    In a few minutes your empty oxygen tanks, fuel
containers, and water jugs are full. Then the tubes sputter, cough, run dry. The skin of the beast hardens underfoot and it
dies.
    You gain 2 XP for ruining a supply depot of
the Invaders. But best of all, you are now better equipped for your desperate
mission against the stalking Invader ship set on destroying your comrades.
    Turn to section 420 .
     

47
    You pop open the dock door control panel and,
bracing yourself, manually turn the crank to open it.
As soon as the door cracks open, air rushes from the hallway into the void. You
turn the crank as fast as you can while holding onto the panel itself. As your
supplies, so wonderfully organized, fly toward the door, you release your grip
and are whipped out into space. You see heavy fuel canisters and steel water
jugs slam into the opening, sealing it. You fly out at tremendous speed, then kick on your jetpack. You feel the reassuring surge at
your back, the overwhelming sense of freedom, as you maneuver about the dock.
You look around: It is a ghost yard of wasted hulls, bent steel, twisted
girders, shredded space suits. Even dead men float about,
icy conglomerations of purple and red.
    If you have made a note that your space suit is
damaged , then you lose 1 Blood to the terrible sucking cold of the
vacuum. (If the text has not specifically said so, then you may assume that
your Legion suit has not been damaged during your battles.) A giant supply
cabinet floats by. In the floating cabinet you find a large jar of Sticky Fix,
which is good for spraying on damaged suits to seal them up against the void.
If your suit is damaged, you can spray on some of the stuff and erase the note
that your suit is damaged. In either case, you may clip the Sticky Fix (Suit
Repair, bulk 2) to your belt. There is enough for 3 doses , not
counting the dose you may have just used.
    Also inside the supply cabinet, you find an item
called a Wilderness Void Tent. This handy item is folded up now, but when
opened, it forms into a giant hollow ball that you can easily fit into. Its
woven steel-fiber frame can keep the vacuum out; you will be able to eat your
meals and drink water in this thing. You do not have to worry about keeping it
on your person, as you would the Sticky Fix; you toss the item near the dock
door so that you can keep it with the rest of your supplies.
    You click your teeth and turn your helm computer on.
The heads-up display reads
    OXYGEN:
FULL
    JETPACK
FUEL: