Target: Cambridge

[Reaver Company Inc.]

Many parts of the western hemisphere of planet Cambridge looked like a scene right out of Hell. The toxin clouds covered everything with a greenish fog, the cities and towns were empty save for the dead, and at the blast site were burning buildings, molten metals, and blue lighting discharging from the energized sky.

On the ground below, HazMat teams worked to clear the irradiated zone of the poisons. SiN Tech and SF, assisted by BSG volunteers, worked in the countryside and towns. The main city was closed off however. SiN Tech had established a warning barrier where they said the radiation was too high to work. Shapes moved in that fog though, and every so often a SiN Tech transport would drive in and out of the zone.

The reason for this risky venture was simple; the Phantom ship had crashed within those bounds. The SiN Tech HazMat teams were scavenging everything they could from the bits of wreckage. They even found a good portion of the bridge still somewhat intact. Entering the stuffy chunk, a four-man team from SiN Tech began to search the ruined command deck.

Blasted optronics, twisted metal, a pair of charred beyond any help corpses; everything of value seemed to have been burnt up in the crash. Until, that is, they found Her.

Still alive, against all odds, was Ember herself. Deathly wounded, most of her skin had been flayed off and the rest was burnt. The four stood over her with their lamps only for a moment before two ran to get a stretcher. Ember fought back to consciousness for a moment, to find herself being carried on a medical stretcher, four people in some kind of protective suits around her. One looked down and saw her try to rise. A gloved hand reached down and pushed her gently back.

"Don't worry miss... We're here to help you." The confusion of that statement echoed back in Embers' mind. Help her? Why would these people help her? Perhaps they thought she was a victim of the attack, and not the one who caused it. As she slid back into blackness, Ember decided to play along for a bit. Perhaps her last flight wouldn't be so last after all.

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