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`` My eyes... I... I ca n't see.'' 
 
 The crew looked at their captain in horror. This could n't be it. They were so close to finally killing the Inquisitor, all it required was for their captain to use his rifle and keen eyes to hit him. But that hope vanished into nothing as they saw him hold his hand in front of his eyes. 
 
 Iris ran up to the captain and held his face. The burning ash had badly burned the surrounding of his eyes, like a sick pair of glasses seared into his skin. She felt tears welling up. This man, who had given everything to keep his crew alive, make the galaxy a better place, who everyone had put their hope in, could no longer do what he did best and she felt the hope and will leave this man's body. She ran for some cool water and gently washed away residue ash. She choked up. Without the ash the sight of the captain's face was even worse, whilst he was in visible pain. 
 
 `` I'm so sorry. I ca n't do it. I ca n't shoot him from this far being blind.'' 
 
 `` Bullshit!'' 
 
 The Quartermaster had walked up to the captain, and pulled him on his feet. `` Yer blasted shooting skills do n't rely on yer god-damned eyes! Ye have shot over a hundred poor sods from miles away. Ye pull off shots across the abyss of space without looking through the darn scope, and ye want me to believe it's yer EYES that do that?!'' The captain looked up to his friend, his trusted companion who had stood by him during countless battles and boardings and whispered: `` But to do the math, I need to see Jasper.'' The Quartermaster gave the captain a slap on the shoulder and bellowed: `` Then we be yer eyes lad, ye do yer fancy headwork!'' 
 
 The captain took his rifle off his shoulder and loaded it. `` Jasper has a point.'' he thought to himself, as he prepared his rifle flawlessly without being able to see. His eyes still stung badly, but he managed to ignore it. `` Allright, what are we looking at people?'' Iris grinned and started describing the scene that was unfolding in front of them. `` We're moving parallel to the Inquisitor. Our speed is one hundred and thirty seven astral units. They are moving at something resembling one hundred and fifty eight astrals. Distance between the Voidwalker and them is... eighty five astral miles.'' As she was speaking, she could see the captain adjust his aim. How he could do something so precise being blind, she'd never understand. `` Where is the Inquisitor?'' `` Upper deck, five feet left of the symbol.'' The captain adjusted his aim up a little. She would have thought he was insane, if she had n't seen her captain shoot his targets square in the face from such distances before. The captain held his breath. 
 
 He heard the gently hum of his ship's engines. He heard the roar of the Inquisitor's combustion engines. The loud laughter from the person who had destroyed countless lives on the other ship, mocking him, satisfied he had blinded the only person that could get him. 
 
 *BLAM! * 
 
 The sound of the shot was deafening. Maybe it was because the crew was completely silent when the shot was fired. Iris flinched at the sound. The crew had all stopped. Their lives depended on that one shot. They all just stared at the man on the other ship wearing the bright red Inquisitor coat, who was just laughing, assured of his victory. 
 
 
 And then his face formed a grimace, as he slowly collapsed, lifeless.
