Cold Winds Blowing

[Ryummel]

Several hours since her last transmission and after asking Enzo to provide him with the necessary material for his journey, Marco moved his Rapier fighter close to one of the 'floating graves' near the jumphole into Omicron 90, those combat ships which had served for years as the hammer of the Nation for the pilots now resting in their cockpits. Marco frowned behind his helmet, now curiously wondering about the kind of 'wonders' or 'horrors' that Angela would guide him through once they would jump to the other side of the wormhole.

"Pressurized jumpsuit, check. Rebreather, check. Extra shots of Cardamine, check. Headache pills, check. Certainly, the poor Gabriella must be having a hell of fun." He spoke to himself, releasing a soft chuckle afterwards.