Wesley Richter

[Zapp]

Wesley sat in his cockpit, head staring at his hands that were palms up in his lap. They were shaking uncontrollably. He had been shot down again, for all his skill brought down by too many enemies and not enough allies. This time the transition between shot down and back on Darmstadt had been more vivid, as in he was conscious. The inside of his ship had turned shades of blue, and then he had been in a different system, almost. The entire place looked like the inside of a sphere, with a huge thing an island, almost in the distance. And there was another one of those triangle things. Nomads had flown everywhere, along with a few of their human drones.

It had been the scariest moment of Wesleys life. He had kept thinking to himself, over and over, please take me back, please take me back, just let me die It had eventually transitioned the same way, after floating, as if gaining energy for another jump. Once in Darmstadt, Wesley thought long and hard. How much of him was still human? What was he changing to? A Nomad-infested freak? Something else, something more? He was changing, that was for sure. He could feel it, feel the rising power, the increasing rage, and his body almost wasting away, needing proximity to his ship more and more to sustain him.

This frightened Wesley more than anything else, and for the first time in a long time, he started wondering if hed ever see his mom again

The mechanics found him in his ship in the fetal position, crying.