Zai
After leaving the dreadnought, I return to the site of the attack.
Here, the Eruvisans pounced on the helpless harvester. Here, Sithe unveiled a new reason for me to stay up at night.
Here, it ends.
There’s one pod left? I set the ship on deep scan and stand.
My head swims.
I lean against the panel.
Too many sleepless nights. Too many stim pack-filled days.
And a new nightmare to challenge my blades’ loyalties.
As if they didn’t already have enough.
Why was Sithe so compelled by his lesser?
Is the metal in their blood that addictive?
The watery sensation fades. I straighten and go to the food stores, break the seal on a self-heating stim pack, and shake it. The bag warms in my hands.
When did my fingers get so cold?
I tear open the pack, dump in a scoop of regen pow
