Wisps of blue poked through the all-consuming blackness, a hint of a docking ring. Dave realised he was looking at Curacao itself, growing steadily lighter with each passing moment. The dark matter was dissipating.
Within hours, the Cortez sun was once more streaming brilliantly through the Majestic's windows, and apart from a few stray patches of lingering dark, the system was clear as a bell.
Dave flipped on his holodeck to check reports from across Sirius. They were the same - the wave had passed, and Sirius was safe, though undoubtedly there would have been deaths. He was just glad he and the Majestic's crew weren't among them.
He flipped the PA on. "This is Dave Sanders. Well done, everyone, we've weathered this storm. Good thing we upgraded our armour, eh?"
A shuttle from Curacao was already approaching with much-needed supplies. Dave smiled. Well, back to business...
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