With the defenses of the FSS Chevelle down, the Marmuro’k dropship was able to slip into the chaotic hanger bay without the worry of automated defenses, though that did not remove all of the threats as small arms fire bounced off the thick armor plating.
“Sounds like someone is excited to see us,” Nora sneered as she listened to the cacophony of metal on metal.
Morrigan grunted as she took in the number of Federation soldiers that occupied the hanger. “Take out as many of them as you can before we land, crush them if we have no weapons,” she told the pilot before calling forth her well of power. Giant spectral claws of crimson energy appeared before the dropship and with a wave of her hand, the destructive energy carved through soldier and machine alike, cutting a swath through the assaulting force before them.
Following her command, the Kêzi’kan pilot bulldozed through groups of soldiers as he flew the ship around the hanger. Despite the size and weight of the Marmuro’k dropship, not every soldier died on impact but were left to scramble for safety. Between Morrigan’s power and the wrecking ball of a ship, she saw the enemy forces begin their retreat into the adjacent hanger, only to find more Marmuro’k dropships entering the current hanger through the void shield that protected them from the vacuum of space.
“Red Death, our kin join us for battle!” Szz’rkal announced with excitement even though Morrigan saw the incoming Marmuro’k troops herself.
“Set us down. We shall tear through this ship!” She commanded aggressively, her anger supplementing her worry for her own little clan as well as the newest allies to join in her warpath. The dropship landed hard against the hanger floor as the pilot disengaged what ever mechanism that let the ship fly and the rear hatch automatically fell to the floor to let Morrigan and her group out.
“Everyone knows what to do,” Morrigan stated before looking at the mighty B?r?skê that watched at her patiently. She couldn’t help but smile as she leaned in a kissed the tip of his nose while petting his cheek, “Go hunt and be safe.”
Skoll licked her face with a high pitched whine before bowling past everyone with sheer joy. Landing outside of the dropship, Skoll let out a daunting howl as electricity cascaded from his body in a storm of power before dashing off towards the retreating Federation soldiers. Many of the disembarking Marmuro’k stopped firing their energy weapons to look at the blur of lightning that moved across the expansive room only to land in the midst of the enemy and discharging a devastating field of electricity.
Hi’têt grunted in approval before powering on his own energy shield and drawing a respectively large cubicle plasma rifle before following in the wake of the legendary B?r?skê.
“Well, I guess we’re off!” Nora chirped excitedly as she slapped Xol on the arm and scampered off the dropship. Xol and Morrigan watched Nora stop and look around before taking a step towards the direction Skoll went only to stop and turn around in thought. “Right! Engines are this way! Come on big guy!” She cheered before sprinting off with her iconic ice blades forming in her hands.
Morrigan turned to Xol who looked at her with a deadpan expression. She knew Xol had no desire to follow Nora however, he would not disobey her orders. The fact that he still stood there annoyed her and gestured for him to follow with a sharp tilt of her head. Hefting his massive mace, Xol let out an indignant breath before charging after Nora.
Morrigan stepped off the dropship and surveyed her surroundings, taking notice that the Federation marines were struggling to retreat from the savage assault of the Marmuro’k forces and the sheer power Skoll possessed. Even from her distance from the fighting, she could feel Skoll’s joy in being able to hunt, though his high pitched cackling gave it away.
That caused her to smile, “That’s right buddy, teach these bastards not to mess with us,” she growled in her own mind, quite pleased at the destruction her newest companion demonstrated, taking pride in the initial casualties strewn around the hanger floor. Bodies were crush or eviscerated in pools of blood throughout the entire hanger.
Ready kid? We’re going to be late for our meeting, Apollyon interjected to get her to refocus.
Morrigan gently shook her head before looking up towards the ceiling, “Right, we need to get to the bridge,” she said, pointing out the obvious before summoning a large pair of crimson claws above her.
No worries, I get it hahaha.
Focusing on her task, she forced the two massive sets of crimson talons into the ceiling and began peeling away the layers of metal, carving a hole into the hanger above. Shredded metal broke off and plummeted around her, thankfully the Marmuro’k ship was sturdier than the debris that rained down upon it. With an elegant spread of her crimson wings, Morrigan launched into the ceiling of the hanger into another hanger beset by violence between Marmuro’k and Federation.
All attention was focused on her as her wings swayed, gently keeping her floating above the room. She eyed the Marmuro’k who looked up at awe in her which caused her to smirk softly before seeing the shocked expressions across the Federation troops. Twin colossal claws appeared to either side of her as crossed her arms before she stretched her arms wide. Try as they had, not a single Federation marine could manage to fire a single round towards her as both claws destroyed the room in front of the Marmuro’k forces, sundering the marines to the depths of the second hanger below; broken, bloody and to those who survived the sweeping death, agony.
Morrigan ignored the awe struck silence of her newfound allies as she peeled the roof away and made her way into the bowels of the ship, digging her way out of view before anyone could muster a sound.
After climbing into a vacant corridor, Morrigan could hear the muffled war cry of the Marmuro’k from below. Their raucous cheer caused her heartbeat to spike in disbelieving joy as she still didn't entirely believe the Marmuro’k saw her as one of their own nor earned their respect.
The only thing she could hear soon after was the blaring alarm that echoed throughout the ship as she made her way down the corridor she was in. She searched for something, anything, to help her identify where she was as she headed towards the back of the ship.
The only thing she knew was that the bridge was near the engines, several levels adjacent, and that the hangers were mid ship. “Would be great if I had a damned map,” she scowled as she searched every nook in the industrially designed walls for signs of where she was going.
Am I the only one who is more curious with how quiet things are? Apollyon pointed out.
She could see the deity’s point, aside from the alarm it was eerily quiet for a ship as large as a Cruiser. Then again, it dawned on her that the corridor was cramped despite being able to stand with a large amount of pipe work. Then it dawned on her.
“That’s because we’re in a maintenance shaft…” she sighed out. Though larger than the maintenance shafts on the Archangel, the similarity between the two ships made it obvious despite not realizing it sooner. She was a little disappointed in herself for not realizing it sooner however, now that she had a better idea of where she was, she could guide herself down the length of the ship.
Anything we can break in here? Apollyon asked out of boredom.
“I couldn’t say. I’m sure Nora could point something out but she’s not here,” she said as she looked at the pipe work that melded with buried electrical. She could admit that it may have been a good idea to try and disable the ship more except, with little knowledge of starship designs, she may damage something that would cause the ship to explode knowing her luck.
The anger fueled adrenaline ebbed away and the titanic wave of exhaustion began to set in once again, reminding Morrigan of how long she had going. All she wanted to do was sleep but now she stood in the middle of an enemy ship leaning on the wall of a maintenance corridor.
She could feel her body wanting to rebel against movement, especially after spending a large amount of power digging through the ship and wiping out an entire room full of marines but she forced herself forward.
Despite “evolving”, as Apollyon put it, she now had a real reminder that she still had limitations. Part of her recognized the yearn for more power, the removal of human limitations that would let her do what was necessary without backlash yet, the rest of her was also afraid of reaching to such unknown heights of power.
Instead of slipping into an existential crisis, Morrigan summoned her claws and began rending more metal, angling upwards to what she hoped was a main corridor in the ship. She recognized her actions were slower than before which worried her but knew she had no choice. The sooner she ended the fight, the sooner she would be able to sleep.
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Lakai’s heavy footfalls reverberated throughout the roads of Tikal as he took in his environment. Even though he saw the progression of the world, it had been over a century since he last visited the sacred grounds and took great pleasure and pride in seeing that progress up close.
The winds of Tik’Taq’To had spoken to him, of the looming threat to their world even before Marmuro’k technology could warned the others. No one but him truly understood just how alive Tik’Taq’To really was, millennia spent connecting with the planet just to be able to listen to what it had to say. Now, giant orbs of plasma and energy raced towards the sky with thunder as the Marmuro’k defended their planet.
With each step his staff impacted the dirt, the symbol of station as the world’s spiritual guide, drew paralyzing awe from the frantic citizens of Tikal as they looked upon his hulking frame. Lakai paid no mind to the awkward reception, he was a legend, a myth to most Marmuro’k, despite the common knowledge of his hermit dwelling. Only the chieftains were granted audience with him on a regular basis.
Now, Lakai sought the audience with the chieftains as he stomped towards the historic tower in the middle of Tikal. No one questioned him as he stepped into the tower, having to crouch to slide into the frame of the entrance and making his way to the iconic gold laden elevator doors. Several Marmuro’k watched him call the elevator, paying no mind to anyone one around him as he waited patiently.
To say Lakai’s size was uncommon was an understatement as he took up the entirety of the elevator once he stepped in. However, it was something modern he could still use.
At the top, the golden doors opened up to the loud cacophony of shouting between chieftains, as was the norm. Simply took stepping out of the elevator for the room to silence as every chieftain looked upon him stunned.
Dozens of questions bounced around the room in confusion by his presence though he stoically ignored each word muttered towards him as he scanned each chieftain and guard around the room. He also took note of the near-shattered table between them all that began right next to Xitzocl of Clan Arak’tarul. The knowing smile on his long, wide snout stretched as far as possible before he addressed the chieftains.
“Where is our newest chieftain?” he demanded with a deep rumble that silenced the leaders once again. Azuhcu’ach-Tau was the first to respond.
“The creature stole a ship and escaped back to her own. Probably hiding with her tail between her legs while our kin fight,” he scoffed as he crossed his metal arm over his remaining physical arm. The room erupted into shouting once again as the rest of the chieftains defended Morrigan’s honor.
Lakai did not need to be told of the falsehood of his words; Lakai knew Red Death more than she knew herself. He narrowed his at the leader of Clan Tau before thumping his staff on the ground loud enough to draw silence.
“I know where. Darkness does not cower, nor does it fight. Darkness consumes, Azucu’ach the Dishonorable,” Lakai announced to the group.
Every Fire clan leader froze at the mention of dishonor, even catching the leader of Clan Tau off guard as his expression faltered.
“The Song of the World tells me everything,” Lakai started as he looked to each of the chieftains. “Xitzocl, she who delivered Red Death, Chieftain of Clan Clarke, the first to see. Izden of Clan Kri’ket, who honored both new chieftain and old kin out of love. Then there is Clan Tau…” Lakai’s gaze focused on the now nervous chieftain.
“The world knows of your honor, or little of. You disgrace what it is to be Marmuro’k that even the soul of Tik’Taq’To lies within Chieftain Red Death, she of far-birth.” Every chieftain watched for Azucu’ach to make another outburst or claim to save face however, even the ill-tempered clan leader knew when not to argue.
Instead, Tettu’atl-Gra’wuul, a S’randin Chieftain of the Air Clan Gra’wuul chirped a string of questions, mainly asking what Lakai felt in regards to Red Death.
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His thrumming hum piqued curiosity as he thought about the question, “The Song whispers curiosity, pride and acceptance. Tik’Taq’To sees its own, sees all. To fight darkness is to face death of crimson. Yet, Tik’Taq’To sees the darkness as kin born of fire and flesh, not foe, as should you…” Lakai’s gaze shifted back to Azucu’ach, “Darkness will come for your honor, not that of Clan Tau,” he stated firmly with a giant meaty finger, “If you have honor, Azucu’ach, face the darkness with it, not with that of your kin or else they will face the clans as well.” Azucu’ach bore his fangs in defiance though he noticed nearly every chieftain watching him intently out of the corners of their eyes.
Before Lakai could turn and step back into the elevator, Xitzocl blurted her own question, “Will Red Death come back to the clans? Will she win the battle she has set out to fight?”
Lakai turned to Xitzocl and only looked at her as he hummed thoughtfully. The tone of his response was light with the hint of happy nostalgia, “My old friend chose the right master.”
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Morrigan had emerged from the bowels of the maintenance shaft into a corridor with a full marine procession. Now, that corridor was stained in the blood of her victims as she breathed heavily hidden in the nook of a sealed doorway. It did not take long for her to notice that her power was waning, but could not understand why.
“What’s going on with me?” she questioned aloud.
I honestly have no clue kid. I don’t think I over estimated how long you could go but its as if your body is refusing to bind to my power. Looking at how all your organs and muscles are functioning… it may be a defense mechanism? Everything is still functioning but the usage is bare minimum, only keeping you standing…
Morrigan took a deep breath and nodded. She didn’t need an explanation really, but it helped keep her from panicking. She knew her power wasn’t limitless and it had nearly killed her several times before; the more she thought of it, Apollyon’s explanation had some merit. It was entirely possible since her “evolution” that her body knew where to draw the line so she did not kill herself on accident.
She sighed as she listened for any lingering noises that could identify approaching enemies. “Probably the worst time for my body to safe guard itself… but then again, this is what I trained for, in a way at least.” She thought to herself as she drew the gunblade Yekku had made for her. She checked the loaded ammo and her supply before rounding the corner and setting down the path that was marked BRIDGE.
Her excursion lasted two intersections before she ran into more enemies. These enemies were more dangerous than before though, a squad of heavily armored marines surrounding a woman in dark blue dress coat and high heels. From the markings on the woman’s jacket Morrigan could tell she was a higher rank though she realized she didn’t know what the insignia of the Federation were.
Morrigan raised her gunblade and fired, ducking behind a corner as the slug smashed into the chest plate of one of the vanguard marines.
“That’s her! Capture the Rose alive!” a woman called out, though Morrigan suspected it was the one woman that was not armored.
“That’s a new one,” she thought before reaching around the corner and firing off another round before retreating down the length of corridor, wedging herself between what seemed to be one of two support pillars that was used to hold up the ceiling. At a quick glance, no one would suspect a thing but Morrigan knew how vast of an armada the Federation had. Part of the reason why the Federation could pump out ships at a near alarming rate was their lack of aesthetics, aiming only for utility and functionality.
Morrigan focused on sounds beyond the shouting of the woman. The heavy boot steps could be heard but between the woman and the droning alarm, it was difficult for her to count how many marines pursued her, though she had to assume it was all of them.
She watched and waited patiently with her gunblade drawn back ready to strike as she saw the barrels of two weapons enter her line of sight. Suddenly, the ship shuttered and lurched violently before a move could be made as she supported herself on the pillar and watched the marines struggle to keep themselves on their feet. Morrigan lunged out and slashed with her gunblade and felt the weapon edge cleave through the first marine’s neck as arterial blood sprayed in a wide arc. The partnered marine quickly turned off-kilter in a panic, aiming to unload into Morrigan before she could recover from her attack only for her to grab the barrel of his gun and plant a kick that sent him back into the wall.
Morrigan could feel her fury again as she shoved the marine’s helmet against the wall in a stunning blow before burying the blade of her weapon into his chest. Morrigan however, was left with no time as the clack of several weapons being raised came from her right, turning to see seven more marines taking aim at her.
Grinding her teeth, she hoisted the dead marine on her blade and dragged the body far enough to shield herself as the marines opened fire with assault rifles. Although shielding herself with a heavily armored body larger than her, Morrigan felt the sharp pain of bullets grazing her skin before she felt the wounds knitting close, only further infuriating her.
As she held the body with her weapon, she grabbed the assault rifle that dangled from a shoulder strap on the body and awkwardly made it her own as she unloaded the entire magazine in their direction, firing blind. The enemies’ shouts of surprise and alarm confirmed the effectiveness of her counter attack before the gun went dry. She had one nasty trick up her sleeve though, as she glanced at the three grenades along the left side of the chest piece of her meat shield and primed one of the grenades. With a mighty kick, Morrigan sent the explosive body down the corridor into the gaggle of marines, most of which were knocked over by the flying body while she took cover.
None of the marines seemed to know about the grenade as those left standing pelted the support pillar for a moment before the devastating chain reaction of explosions rocked the corridor, followed by an annoying ringing that slowly faded into the howls of dying marines. “I can’t believe that worked,” she thought to herself as she looked around the blackened pillar to find the entire area scorched and most of the marines dead in a pile of shredded meat, those surviving against opposing walls with sundered armor that bled profusely.
Yessss. Apollyon chuckled darkly as she stepped forward and surveyed the scene. One of the marines had some fight left in them as they raised a handgun towards her as she approached, only to have a shotgun slug rip through their helmet from Morrigan’s gunblade.
“Hey love! Engines are down,” Nora’s cheery tone pierced through the comm in her ear. “Though, I’m not sure if we can restart them… I may have broke them…”
Part of Morrigan could not stop from smiling at Nora’s childish antics and the other part was furious that her little stunt nearly put Morrigan in a bad situation and that the engines may not even be functional in the end. “Then again,” she considered her idea that she would deliver the ship to the Marmuro’k but also considered that it didn’t necessarily have to be fully functional. If the Marmuro’k star craft and S’randin ingenuity was any precursor, the Marmuro’k should not only be able to fix, but improve the existing ship.
“That’s fine babe, good work. I’m almost to the bridge,” she stated before executing the next marine still alive, moving to the next, “Try and meet up with Skoll and H?’tet.” The gurgle of blood being choked on as she buried tip of her gunblade into the collar of the last marine carried over the comm.
“Sounds like you’re having fun,” Nora quipped sarcastically. Morrigan merely grunted as she thought of a response, only to be blasted off her feet and down the corridor by a frostbite cold.
Morrigan’s weapon skittered down the hall as she skidded to a stop, fury and pain pulsating through her muscles as she looked up to see the woman in high heels standing at the end of the corridor, frost coating a third of the hall.
“Useless meat heads! Must I do everything myself?” the woman growled as her face twisted in disgust at the bodies around her feet, her right hand raise in steaming frost while she held tightly to a clipboard in her left hand.
Before Morrigan could right herself, a shard of ice flew towards her. Instinctually, she raised a crimson claw in front of her face making the ice shatter against her hand before the claws faded from her hand; a new wave of exhaustion hitting her in that moment.
“Damn it, I can’t keep this up…” she thought as she rolled out of the way of another shard of ice that impaled the steel floor next to her. She scrambled to stand and ducked behind cover as the woman sent a blast of frost in her direction and coated the floor and wall beside Morrigan. Luckily for Morrigan, she trained with Nora constantly. The ice mage down the corridor seemed to have more power but lacked any sort of finesse that Nora had. Morrigan quickly searched for her thrown weapon and made a sprint for it as it lay against the opposite wall, her boots skidding across the slick frost, remaining upright by slamming into the wall next to her weapon as more large shards of ice impaled the space behind her.
Morrigan growled as she pushed off the wall and grabbed her fallen weapon, turning towards the woman who seemed annoyed that she was still standing. Moving up towards the left support pillar, Morrigan barely sliding past another blast of frost as she hid. What was worrisome for Morrigan was the four inches of razor-sharp ice that slammed through the pillar just above her head, which would have impaled her if she had not been hunched over.
Kill this bitch already! Apollyon demanded as Morrigan growled her own frustration.
“I know!” she responded aloud before turning the corner and firing, the slug impacting the woman’s hip and causing the mage to collapse in a spin. That was Morrigan’s moment to charge forward, sprinting the remaining length to watch the woman attempt to outstretched her hand and focus enough to launch another attack but Morrigan fell back into a slide over the frosted steel and cleaved the woman’s hand clean off her forearm as she slid past her.
Her cry of pain rang success as Morrigan looked back with a sigh of relief as she watched the woman clutch the bleeding stump, trying to freeze the wound. One of the things Morrigan learned during her training; mages required a lot of focus to use their abilities and pain was a great distraction, her instructor loved that lesson.
Morrigan groaned as her muscles retaliated with an intense stiffness as she stood up and walked over to the bleeding woman, carefully balancing on the slippery metal floor as she watched the woman wince as she pinched the stump between her bicep and ribcage to staunch the bleeding. Recognizing the looming threat above her, the woman awkwardly stretched her hand out in an attempt to defend herself but Morrigan was faster, slicing her fingers off at an angle and leaving varying lengths of nubs across her hand.
The woman shrieked as blood squirted from her severed fingers as Morrigan grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground. It took more effort than Morrigan would like to admit but her quarry was in too much pain to notice.
“Too bad for you, my girlfriend is a much better mage than you are,” Morrigan commented darkly as her hand tightened around the woman’s through before she read the tag on her jacket, “Rosaline Holt huh? What was it you called me? Rose? Why?” she demanded.
The ice mage Rosaline grit her teeth and hissed as she struggled in Morrigan’s grasp, “Fuck you. The Lord Commander will find you and put you through 100 times worse than this!”
Morrigan couldn’t help but snort derisively, “Lady, I’ve already seen what Amaranthe can do. I was only a fraction as strong as I am now yet I survived either way,” her comment caused the woman to still in her grip as she began to connect a series of dots that were well hidden from view.
It was then, Rosaline realized Amaranthe’s obsession had nothing to do with preserving the Federation nor its ideals, it was simply a petty revenge and stroke of ego that drove their mission to capture the woman who held her life on a very literal knife’s edge. That was what she suspected at least even though it didn’t matter anymore.
“Please don’t kill me…” Rosaline choked as she decided to plead, “Don’t let me die-I can give you information, I know things! Things about those you love!”
“Like my father?” Morrigan thought coldly as her anger peaked, her hand closing around the woman’s throat, “Don’t you dare speak of him!” she screamed before driving the entire length of her weapon through Rosaline’s torso and snapping her neck in one fluid motion. The shock in Rosaline’s eyes frozen in time as Morrigan tossed her limp body on the ground.
Morrigan let out an unsteady breath as her rage stirred violently, watching the pool of blood melt the frost into steam as it spread.
“I. Am. Done!” Morrigan growled aloud before turning towards the direction of the bridge. She was exhausted, sore, and utterly pissed with the only desire to end the day quickly by ripping out the heart of the ship.
That’s my little goddess, it’s time for you to assert your reign! Apollyon cheered in her mind.
“Shut up!” Morrigan snapped as she stormed down the corridor, her footsteps echoing loudly against the metal floor. Though she came across little resistance before reaching the final corridor, what resistance she did find was butchered with a savagery likened to someone without a care for the sanctity of life.
However, making the final left turn led her into a wide short hallway and heavy caliber gunfire that ripped into her left shoulder. She cried out as she back stepped around the corner, clutching the large hole that ever slowly knit itself back together with Apollyon’s assistance. “I’m so sick of this,” she hissed, “I have no time for this!”
Her rage killed the pain of the open wound as her body heightened with an impossible adrenaline spike, her crimson wings and claws flaring into existence. Driven on instinct alone, she rounded the corner and launched two spectral claws at the large turrets that hung above a massive blast door, redirecting their fire away from her. A struggling cry escaped her as she heaved and pulled each turret from its mount and dropped them onto the deck before stalking forward. She was so focused on the bridge door that she missed that no one guarded it besides the turrets, instead, she drove two spectral claws deep into the thick metal and used as much as her strength as physically possible to try pulling the doors apart.
The metal render and buckled under her power as she pried until finally, she peeled the door apart enough to move inside, once again greeted by gunfire. The bullets and energy blasts from various small arms slammed into a flickering shield of crimson energy as Morrigan back stepped from the force, her gore-soaked visage and the deathly look on her face a cause for pause.
She growled deeply, the barrier between her and the enemy flickered out of existence as she raised her gun blade at the six crew members on the bridge and fire at three of them with unnatural aim.
The remaining three scrambled for cover only to have a dark metal blade sever their lives or a crimson claw rend their soul until only she was left alive on the bridge.
Morrigan let out a deep breath as her body once again began to calm, another wave of exhaustion nearly causing her to collapse if not for having a console to hold onto. After a moment she spent watching the Marmuro’k ship out the main window harry the enemy ships and threaten to ram them, a metallic taste in the back of her throat paired with the warm sensation in her sinuses told her that her nose began to bleed, a tell tale sign she was over doing it again.
She couldn’t bring herself to care. All she wanted was sleep and that meant finishing the fight. With a final act of violence, Morrigan hacked the head of the admiral from his shoulders, at least, she figured it was the admiral since he was the only one dressed in a different colored uniform and stepped to the main console.
She looked it over and realized she had no idea how to activate the communications which led her to desperately push every button until the desired effect happened. Once her image came up on the main screen with a little broadcast signal in the top right corner, she held the admiral’s head up.
“Attention Federation fucks! Your admiral is dead. You lost, get over it. This ship now belongs to the Marmuro’k now. Continue to fight and I swear I will make your deaths more excruciating than the last… you will surrender or you will die you fucking cowards… Nora, Xol, H?’tet, Skoll- back to the ship, what you do with this ship matters not to me, it is yours.”
Morrigan tossed the severed head and sighed as she stepped away, listening to the Federation Destroyer explode as the Marmuro’k ship blasted it apart with molten plasma. After saying it, she realized her broadcast didn’t make much sense over the comms but it didn’t matter in the end. The enemy knew they were defeated. Their Cruiser was captured, their Destroyer gone, and the decision of the Frigate was up in the air. The only thing she looked forward to was passing out in Nora’s arms and sleeping like the dead.
“Oh lass, I ‘ave a wee present for ya when ye get back,” Sigurd chimed in over her private comm.
“I swear if it turns out to be some kind of joke, I’m going to kill him…” Morrigan muttered to herself as she stepped out of the bridge.
