Clive trundles past into the
Midnight Sun, leaving footprints of blood in passing and a thin sliver between
from a hanging rag at his waist - which he promptly rips off and throws against the wall with a sickening
slap.
Armal and Saxson head back for Koya. On quickly explaining what had happened, and the plan, he simply lowers his
head and if he weren't responsive enough before, now he seems beyond reproach.
Realising the futility of it, the pair return to the flashing, bloody threshold. You exchange mutual looks of apprehension
before taking a deep breath and sheepishly boarding the ship.
On creeping down the silent halls, your footsteps' echoes made ever more audible by the wet walls, you come across
the discarded head of what must have been one of the mercenaries. You follow the bloodiest route and slowly build a
possibly explanation of events, the most obvious in its manner, simple of one man's bloody escape.
The red warning lights still whirl and periodically flash the corridors as you reach the cockpit, where you find the
still-warm corpses of the pilots. On closer inspection, their lifeless bodies are up front in the seats, where their
heads loll inward of the walkway, anchored inward by two flawlessly jammed long shards of scrap metal heavily
crossing like the spears of guards.
Including these, you have counted seven dead; bodies or remains of, so far.
As you pull the dead aside and disable the warning systems, the comms vocalise with their noise noticeably reduced
from earlier on.
"This is the GEA, responding to reports of low-atmosphere unauthorised ship-to-ship large weapon
discharge. Midnight Sun, what is your status here?"Apologies for the lateness guys; a contract fell out of the tree.