Destiny

[jammi]

The other side of the jump gate was a war-scene. Wreckage littered the space around the jump gate, floating and twirling through the void. The Hussars the BPA had sent to protect us were little more than burnt out wrecks, with several Corsair ships having shared the same fate a little below the trade lane.

There was an assortment of gasps and groans from the crew as they surveyed the devastation. Smith had opened an emergency channel to the Norfolk and a rescue team was already being scrambled. Smith remained hunched over the local scanners regardless, searching for survivors, life pod beacons anything!

There were mutters flowing back and forth among the deck crew, but I blocked them out. It was the Wilde. I knew it was. Suddenly a claxon began to blare as a pod beacon was detected. Smith dived on the retrieve button, pulling the pod into an air lock.

Several crew members jumped out of their seats and sprinted for the door, to see if they could do anything for the downed Constable they had rescued. After a few moments, the intercom crackled open, the source being from the cargo bay. Captain, hes alive, but spouting gibberish. Hes talking about demons from Rhienland. You dont think it was the... The man let the sentence trail.

I sat down again, wondering why the Wilde were following us, and specifically why they had contacted me earlier. At that point the rescue crew came rocketing out of the lane a small group of retrofitted Clydesdales. Smith informed them of the rescued pilot and that he was going to get him to a hospital on Cambridge.

As we engaged the lane, they touched my mind again, a red flare of disjointed and disorientated thought filling my mind and sending me reeling.

***PAIN!!***

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