The Gran Canarian Feast

[Jeremy Hunter]

The Resheph cruiser slipped through the ice cloud, her course Gran Canaria. Just behind it, a sleek Hathor trailed, flanked by two Nephthys Fighters. One had the insignia of the Science Division on its top fin; it was new, no scuffs or burn marks. The other was an older one, doted with scorch marks, a crown emblem on it's fin and the emblem of Black Squadron on the right wing. The aged Nephthys was the same one Jeremy had flown since the Malacos days, and despite it's many hits, it got him through alive. The four vessels, upon exiting the ice cloud surrounding the jump hole to the Dublin system, they entered cruise speed, making thier way to Gran Canaria.


Upon arriving at the planet, the fighters entered the ring as the larger craft entered the atmosphere, meeting with the two Nephthys upon completing entry. The Resheph, the venerable Ghost Eye, and sister ship to the Neith-II, released a modified Griffin Light Fighter, which slotted into formation with the Hathor, a special testbed version, christened Destiny's Embrace. The quartet of craft flew to the castle, the Hathor coming to a standstill over the turrets of the fairytale castle, releasing a small two-person craft. The fighters landed with it, and the pilots climbed out of thier craft: Ellie from her OSD Nephthys, Seth his griffin, Rika and Izzy from the small lander, and Jeremy from his own, faithfull Nephthys.

Together, the five entered the castle of thier old friend, and made thier way to where Eriksson and Daniels were.

"Eriksson Ravenov!" Jeremy exclaimed. "Where have you been?"

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.