@danderson Can confirm. I had to call the Rats when I was halfway between the Bubble and Colonia, hundreds of light years from literally anything. It took me hours, maybe days to get that far.

A rat showed up in about half an hour, and didn't just throw me enough fuel to hop to a scoopable star, they topped off my tank, repaired the neutron-induced wear and tear to my friendship drive, and made sure I knew which star types are scoopable before throwing me an "o7" and heading out.

The Fuel Rats are, hands down, the best of humanity, and fear only the occasional cat-related learning experience.