Tides of Change

[Rodent]

Deviator Bridge, Deep Space, Sigma 17 system.

Matrim Cauthon rubbed his temples tiredly. The Deviator was running silent in the Sigma-17 system, after a huge setback. They were moving through kusari space when the unexpected happened. Blood Dragons. With hostile intent. It'd taken a fair bit of smooth talking to save the Deviator from a tough patch. Considering they were outnumbered, and the Dragons had rolled out the mythical True Throne to greet them...just like old times.

Morale was not particularly good. The crew was raising questions about the wisdom of the Admirality in picking "allies". Himself, he knew better. The Order should take help where ever it could find it. Even if it was distasteful, or downright difficult. Raising morale was part of his duties as a captain.

The Deviator had to complete it's mission. No doubt about that. But now the task was successfully complicated...