The Hades Project

[Exile]

There was again virtually no resistance. The small squad of mercenaries was easy pickings and was shot down quickly. Useless shells. The ship shook, suffering from explosions from the inside. Conduits burst and wires snapped, giving off a dance of electricity. They started to hasten their pace; while the uniformed 'men' might not 'die' should the ship be destroyed, the professor, and all knowledge with him, would.

After jumping and dodging obstacles, they made it to the shuttlebay. Sturm had regained consciousness but he was quickly knocked out again by the end of one of weapons of the uniformed men and tossed into the cargo bay of one of the Wraiths. They quickly took off and were left relatively undisturbed by the Zoner warships as they approached the hidden Prison Liner. It opened its docks.

Several minutes later

Sturm lay on what seemed to be a quite basic bed in a dark room. He dozed on and off, unconscious, conscious, in and out again. Then the door to his room opened. A man walked in, and then a woman. The man seemed to be of Libertonian origins, a Freelancer, perhaps. The woman however... he had heard of her. She wore a dark robe with red decorations and eyes as black as a moonless midnight.

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