The Centauran Crystal Path fleet, under the influence of the Ri’Kammi Hive Mind, comes to Sanctuary, bent on destruction. And while a fight rages outside the colony vessel, another battle, just as dangerous and critical, is fought within…
Service/Defense Quarter
A broad corridor with gunmetal gray bulkheads illuminated by angled light strips imbedded into the walls, giving off a cold bluish-white glow that fades to shadow as the bulkheads climb toward the conduits and girders high overhead. A sealable steel door in the starboard wall is marked with a dark blue tramp freighter silhouette. Another door is marked with a shiny yellow sun. Further down, one finds a low archway leading into a facility marked with a placard that features a crimson heart. A security door equipped with a camera that sweeps the corridor is marked with a series of four vertical black bars. At the deepest end toward the core of Sanctuary stands a double-doored entrance to a chamber that is marked with a pair of bright blue masks, one happy, one sad. Antigrav lifts are available for passage to other decks.
A group of men and women stand talking in the Service/defense quarters of the UCV Sanctuary in upset voices. as Cail steps off the lift.
Mordecai nods. “Who will vouch for him? Who committed the probe?”
Marsyn remains where it is, studying Cail.
Briette shakes her head, “I have not done a probe since I lack the talent to. I can only rid the mind of the tendril.”
Mordecai looks at Cail. “Which Centauran probed you?”
Versailles’ Honor heads at full burn towards the Resistance.
HSV Resistance rips through the fabric of reality, leaving a glowing tear in space behind it for a brief moment, a brilliant light seeming to flare directly through the ship for a moment. Its dark, enlonged gleam shines sunlight off of one side, while the only thing visible are the interior lights on the other, its paint completely black. Its guns swivel as they track various targets on all sides, though don’t seem to lock onto anything as it moves into conventional engines, flames igniting from each row to trail behind it, smoke evaporating in space quite quickly.
Cail looks around “Tinal of the Centaurans probed me.” he says in a calm voice thick with held back anger.
Ming looks to Cail.
LoneEagle sighs, “One of you do something so we can ready ourselves for battle, this bickering is useless, either do something or I’ll kill him now since you seem to want his blood.”
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