Bretonian Armed Forces Defense Intelligence Staff (DIS) (iRP) (AO)

[Grin]

Aubrey awoke in terrible pain.

His head felt like it would explode. He grunted and stumbled from his berth. He felt a little better after a glass of water, but something was definitely wrong.

He began to feel a strange sensation of being drawn towards his Challenger, parked for minor repairs at Southampton. He made his way to the hangars and donned a flightsuit. The pain was building in his head again and it dawned on him what was happening. Nomad infestation!

That dammed pirate he had driven off from Dublin had been carrying Nomad materials. He had tractored them in to take to Cambridge. He had not realised that his hold had been damaged in the fight. The alien stuff must have got into his ship's systems - and now into him! He had to get the filth out of the base!

He leapt into the cockpit and demanded immediate exit. He got it.

The ship was handling alright, but felt, well, weird was the only way he could describe it. The control surfaces seemed to be altering their texture as he touched them.

**Confusion** The thought came into his mind from - somewhere?

"Get out of my head!" he shouted

**Weakness -seek control..**

The pain began to build again

"No you don't!" he cried, the pain almost unbearable.

There remained only one option that his fevered mind could come up with. He began chanting "Carina, Regina Imperatrix" to keep the alien in his head distracted while slowly bringing the nose of the Challenger round to point at the sun.

**Weak human - MINE**

The battle continued as the ship plunged sunwards.

**Wonder**

"Can't stop it......goodbye" were his last words.

The Alien lasted only a little longer..

***NOOOOO!!!***

The sun barely registered the snuffing out of the Challenger.

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