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Hmm, whazzat?
You just stared into the brightest square you've ever seen in your life. It hurt- you had to keep your eyelids open in advance for the bright light with your fingers. Your entire field of view was bleached white, and then faded into darkness. You're just glad Alavis did it quick- like ripping off a bandaid. Now you're immersed in darkness. You fumble around with your hands. You cannot see anything, you must rely on other senses.
Of course, blinding yourself on a hunch may have been stupid. You intentionally keep down your sense of dread and regret- you have a mission here. Even now, the disruptions of hyperspace are over your whole body, making your skin crawl. You feel like you could be by the wall, or in the center of the bridge. Even navigating your own room that you know well in total darkness can be disorienting.
You feel a stiff hand on your arm, guiding you. Somehow, with the boundlessness of the world- you instantly think it is your brother, Eoba II, touching you, guiding you from an infinite distance away. You can almost feel his firm but kind hand pulling you towards your goal.
<span class="mu-b">”Eoba- is that you?”</span>
“Erhm... No, Sir. It's me, Yaul. The gunnery sergeant?”
<span class="mu-b">”O-Oh, right, of course. Lead me to the cockpit!”</span>
At first, you aren't sure what to do. You can't see anything, but you aren't sure what “sense” is needed, or specially useful for hyperspace. You reach out with your hand and try something else- with the distraction of light gone, you can... feel? You begin to feel things, far and near, superimposed on each other. You feel like you are rifling through a closet with hundreds of outfits- stars and planets and moons, living things and oceans and gases in a cold void- but you aren't sure how to make sense of it all. You listen and feel.
Where do you “feel” you should be? Your home on Jaxt- your mother's cooking, your wife's perfume... no no, you shouldn't get distracted. It's the Baalathi bastards in the Nan system. Then you feel it, a tiny white pebble in your shoe, irritating you with its high energy neutron glare- it's Nan's white dwarf. You can wrap your fingers around it like a marble, or you can make it as big as the world. Your perspective shifts faster and freer then light can.
<span class="mu-b">”Change coordinates on my mark.”</span>
