Wesley Richter

[Zapp]

Flying from Darmstadt to the Omega 11 jump hole, Wesley's contemplative mood meant that he didn't notice anything unusual until a transmission broke through the lulling static of space, followed by a thought not his own.



Dread iced the inside of Wesley's stomach, yet still he called for it to show itself. A Wilde, here. He did not know why he felt so, as he had bested them numerous times before, but something told him this would be different. Continuing on course, the abomination came into view, blocking his way. A Scorpion Gunboat.



Words were exchanged, then a fierce battle ensued. Wesley fought valiantly, and acquitted himself admirably, but down he went regardless.



As he floating in his pod, he felt his escape pod move, come into the Scorpion gunboat... he had never known such fear as before. The radio speakers of the escape pod emitted only the background lullaby of space, but in his mind was something different.



Wesley slid into unconsciousness.