Wesley Richter

[Zapp]

News of a Military defector lit the news stations up like a Christmas tree. Well-dressed female reporters stood in front of random Wraths or Valkyries and talked about him leaving as if he had gone crazy and stolen a Wrath. Then various Military officers were interviewed, and they only gave vague assurances that Wesley would be brought to justice. It was quite amusing, sitting in a room on Darmstadt Depot, watching it all on a small screen, built for emergency use.

The IFF and transponder were both being re-installed to show LWB colors. At first the mechanics, and indeed, everyone on the base, had been a little cool in their reception. After a little meet-and-greet, things had warmed up, but it wasnt until he had flown his first combat mission that they truly began seeing him as a valuable resource. Alone, he had destroyed five Wraths single-handedly. He was phenomenal even better than before. His vision, reflexes, thought process, all were sharpened to beyond what a normal human had.

He had also worked out, more or less, what was going on. Apparently the Nomad object that had taken lodging in his ship was affecting him in some ways. It didnt stop at the sharpening the senses or making him stronger and faster, it also made him addicted like an Outcast to Cardamine to the presence of his ship. Every few hours he would have to be near it, or else he started getting massive headaches. This fact basically meant he could never stray too far from the landing pad he parked his ship on, limiting his freedom. This should have been disturbing to him, but he took it in stride, not feeling the loss of mobility.