Quest for sanity

[Lennox]

This is the story of a man. A man who thought to have known himself. What he knew as confidence was later turned into darkness, friendship was nothing more than a simple term. It didn't hold any meaning, yet so many other people kept reminding him of its existence..."...aah, screw this. I can't..." Looking back up from his readings, the man turned pale for a moment, grabbed the ship's joystick and corrected its course, preventing a head on collision into the huge structure ahead of him. He was in the middle of a docking sequence when he noticed the energy readings. "The ship's falling apart...just a bit longer, darling! After this trip you can finally rest."

The hangar gates opened, letting the approaching Eagle inside. It wasn't just an ordinary ship, though. Both wings were perforated with holes and even some parts of the engine were missing. It was until the moment that the pilot could finally set down to land, that he noticed the unusual amount of people in the hangar. Armed people. As the craft sunk down, some could be seen communicating with the central base of operations or just a leading officer. He wouldn't know. Not that he cared that much, after all. It didn't face the pilot how many security guards were slowly surrounding his ship. The reason could probably be credited to the message he sent earlier before the other station back then. Wasn't really a nice one, after all. Opening up the cockpit and slowly climbing out, he gave his ship a little tap, nodding with a slight smile.

"Johan Lennox?" One of the guards asked as they approached him. He was just getting off the ladder."That's..." A sudden shockwave of sound interrupted him. For a short time there was turmoil in the hangar bay until everyone realized that the pilot's ship just lost its wing. Perplexed by the risk the pilot took by flying -that- ship, the security guard moved her eyes back onto the person in question. Said person only released a sigh, still staring at the wreck that just came to be while rubbing the back of his head. "What a shame. She brought me through so much. What a way to go down, hm..." There was silence for a couple of seconds until the woman infront of him cleared her throat, demanding his attention. "Yes, I'm Lennox. You came all the way down here to escort me to the higher-ups?" Lennox was surprised at first that they were that cautious about him being here. Of all the places, this was where he earned the respect to lead his previous "people". He wasn't the only one, though. Which was a good thing. Nobody wants dictatorship. "Yes, Command wants to make sure that...", the security guard started but got interrupted half way in. "...I know. No risking anything. Sounds all too familiar." Lennox nodded at the guard who seemed to be sort of annoyed by his attitude. "This way." She spoke up and led him out of the hanger towards an elevator. He noticed that he was surrounded by guards the entire time. They must have seen a ghost, Lennox thought to himself. While they weren't too close to him, it still felt weird.

Finally, they stopped at the elevator, which already had arrived. Stepping into it together with the leading guard and an additional two, they quickly ascended into the heart of the base. The doors opened and they stepped out, one guard infront of the pilot, two behind him. Most of the corridors looked the same. It was mainly build to function and not to look pretty. The guards led him towards a door which he knew too well. The base of operations. Everything is coordinated from here, Lennox thought to himself. "This is it. Please proceed." The female guard said. He just nodded and opened the door without hesitation. He was here for a purpose, after all.