Nickels and Nails

[Zapp]

Static played across Nickels' speakers, and it also wreaked havoc with the scanners. Shaking his head, he peered out of the canopy window with what could best be described as trepidation. Dreary would be the word. Green. He was floating inside a green nebula, small asteroids scattered about, the radiation alarm toning a mild warning.

Then the wreck of a fighter drifted past his cockpit, and he nearly jumped out of the ship.

It took Jess a moment to realize he was seeing an old wreck, apparently a Corsair Titan. Looking around, he noticed several others like it. Must be that odd graveyard they're so protective of.

Omicron Gamma. Not the best place to be in a Dragon fighter, especially...

Abruptly, he realized that the static was gone. A sarcastic comment from Nails about his head feeling like the last time they had played cards was noticeably absent.

"Josh?"

No response. The jump hole must've spit them out in different locations... only thing for it was to head to where they were going originally. Malta. Nails had to have made it there, and he'd be thinking much the same thing.

I hope...

He powered his engines and set a course for Omicron Theta, and steeled himself for the run through Eta, the front lines of the Corsair/Outcast conflict.

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