-Twilight Walker-

[SaraOConnel]

Omicron Minor was always a troublesome route to take, despite it being the most direct. With apprehension, she watches her scanners avidly for Order contacts, intentionally skirting around the planet on her route to Omicron Delta. Luckily, the system was only loosely patrolled this time, letting the sturdy Spatial SHF slip through more or less undetected. From the spacious cockpit, Sara surveyed the system that lay before her- a light green cloud of haze- and a massive asteroid field inside it. Even Toledo wasn't much to see, instead, focusing on the jumpholes signature barely 10 Kilometers ahead of her. Within a few moments, she had cut engines and slipped through the anomaly.

Travelling through nullspace was always disconcerting, but one grows used to it after a lifetime of travel through it. The weapons platforms on the opposite side jerk into sight- white spots, the remainder of the dimensional phase disappearing from her eyes. Hand darting over the controls, she initiates the cruise engines on the Spatial, the five huge engines firing up within a few moments, propelling the craft towards the jumphole she had marked, and traveled through many times before. She leans back, closing her eyes and humming softly, waiting patiently for the craft to approach the anomaly ahead.

There wasn't much else to do during these short bouts of nothingness. In a way, nothing occurring was both calming and disconcerting, in a way she couldn't quite place. But that bout of calm was over now, the jumphole now just ahead. Another jerk, although not nearly as powerful as the jump back into realspace occurred as the cruise engines cut- the autopilot lining up the trajectory and configuration of the anomaly ahead.

She closed her eyes, rubbing her temple absently as the ship slipped back into nullspace- opening her eyes again as the first telltale shudders of the wormhole ending reached the ship. Barely a few seconds later- the ship erupted back into realspace, the Spatials engines stone cold as she looks out of the broad cockpit window- a large obelisk not far from the jumphole itself, thankfully- not firing on her craft.

She keys in some commands on the console, the Spatials cruise engines now cold-starting as it's guided to the large blue nebula in-system. Another long wait, until the two defense satellite constructed by the Nomads- identical to the one guarding the entrance to the system come into sight, as well as the lane that they protected zealously. She guides the SHF into position, cutting the cruise engines for the last time, syncing with the Lane and racing into the heart of the nebula.

Within a few moments, a massive ring of those same satellites came into view, and in the centre of them all lay the great Nomad city of Dur-Shurrikun. This system would have struck fear into the heart of most humans, save the Specters and the humans controlled by Das Wilde and Iseijin. She grinned to herself amusedly, commenting; "Well, its a good thing I'm not ... Human, that is." Swarms of Nomads swiftly pass her by, paying the bulky fighter no mind as she brought the craft towards one of the docking rings of the Nomad city.

Shortly, the fighter was drawn inside- maneuvering onto a landing pad inside the massive city, herself leaving the craft unsecured, as the Nomads would have little use in depriving her of her ship. The city was somewhat familiar, or at least the area around the hangars were ...

She surveyed what she could see of the city in wonder- every time she came here, it never failed to make her mind churn at the physics, the architecture, the technology behind its magnificent construction.

She stands idly, feeling odd- as though she was supposed to be waiting for something.