Chapter Eleven
Aden stared out the window, his gaze on the ship in the distance. He needed to compose a message to the Council. Something about the Dragon’s unique design kept him fixated. She’d lost most of her glow. Between the decrease in power and the brilliance of the morning sun across the valley, the green lights were faint. The Dragon appeared as lifeless as the rocks littering the valley floor.
And for the most part, you are dead, he thought.
“Sir? Ensign Pavott has returned,” said Tatton. “She’s alone.”
“Have her report to the bridge,” Aden said, too despondent to turn his head.
Pavott appeared at his side minutes later. “Sir, thank you for requesting I stay with Professor Dermott Byford. He’s calmer now and would like to return with us. He needs time to gather his personal
