Doubts and Delusions

[Cat]

- OCV-Svizra, this is agent Brian Scott, requesting permission to dock, over.
- I read you, agent Scott, you're clear to proceed to hangar three.
- Understood, Scott out.

With an all too familiar series of movements Brian turned his Bastet fighter and approached the hangar bay doors of the Osiris-class battleship. Old habits die hard: despite his long absence and years spent on the ground, he still knew his way around the ship. He felt right at home as soon as his Bastet rested on the pad and he could leave the pilot seat.

As Brian wandered around the hangar aimlessly, he couldn't but think back to the old days. He had only been aboard the Svizra a few times before, but the ship's inner layout was much like that of the legendary OCV-Isis. Brian spent a lot of time on the Isis, so being on Svizra felt like going back in time. Almost.

It's the people that made the difference. As he looked around, Brian didn't notice too many familiar faces. Maybe it was because he spent the last 2 years on Freeport 11. Or maybe it had started earlier, during the battle of Minor—almost everyone lost more than a few friends back on Toledo.

Of the few people who were in the hangar, only one man recognized Brian and saluted a former captain, chief recruitment officer, and Toledo survivor. Almost instinctively, Brian saluted in return, giving a slight nod. The face of the man seemed familiar, but Brian couldn't place it. His mind was busy with other thoughts. Ever since he talked to a certain Order agent, one question has been bugging him.

Did the Order actually survive Toledo?