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Gave those drones a good thrashing whenever they showed up, and the Reavers didn't do much better.
A solid hull, fabricated from scratch back at Anvil Base and built up over the course of her lifetime into something truly formidable.
She went through a few weapon refits, and there was a time when a truly hideous craft was secured to her aft with duct tape and spit.
In the end, what cracked her hull and broke her core was an obnoxiously hard-to-kill craft with a terrible paintjob, some downright hacky invulnerability, and a superweapon the likes of which Kreeg himself could only dream of.
She is survived by her full complement of crew, and the small dropship recently christened the Dragonfly.
Make no mistake, ladies and gentlemen. There will be revenge.