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The droids chirp an affirmation. At the same time, the Nagai reverses a large lever on his console. Abruptly, the swirl of hyperspace falls away, and the extended points of light across the skyline return back into the pinpoint lights of distant stars.
The stellar body of 19A-KJ is a red giant, late in the stages of its stellar evolution. Its ominous glow blankets the lifeless planets and asteroid fields that swirl in its gravitational embrace. A chill runs down your back. The way its glare plays off the cockpit glass conjures a memory of the Revenant, and the way her lightsaber struck with unrelenting hate and fury.
The <span class="mu-i">Albatross</span> isn’t the only ship here. You spy the convoy lead, as well as the IFF signatures of Jolt Squadron. Within the next two minutes, the rest of the convoy arrive. All callsigns report in at the roll call.
Everyone has arrived.
Now came the next step of the plan – calculating the jump from here to Ulsind without flying through the Veil. A calculation that could hopefully be sped up by the droids on your ship and data-linked computers, but one that hasn’t been done before.
If anyone’s been to this system, it must have been decades ago…or so you hope.
But perhaps the most difficult thing is the waiting. And you can’t even escape to go meditate. Not with your hands on the triggers your eyes staring at sensor suites in what feels like the longest waiting game you’ve ever played…
>Roll 1d100.
>Best out of five.
I’m so sorry that this took so long to get out.
Simultaneously, my writing ran away from me and I got writer’s block.
Then IRL slammed into me like a freight train.
We will be returning to regular updates.
