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Dash sat slumped in his chair, watching the ship Clay had renamed the Seeker as it slipped away from the fleet. While still small the Seeker was significantly larger than Clay’s fighter, and far better suited to a long mission. Clay had become convinced there was a chance the Wanderer had survived. If it had then he thought Jess and Ali might need help, and he was determined to find them if they did.
“Good luck, Clay,” Dash whispered. “I hope you find them.”
Truth be told he was sure Clay wouldn’t. The devastation Jess had triggered was beyond anything Dash could imagine even the Wanderer surviving. Jess and Ali were gone. Maybe it would have been kinder in the long run to make Clay realise that, but he hadn’t had the energy to spare on the argument.
He was fighting to keep a
