66: Piran
Piran
Piran sat in his vessel, in the system of Haven’s Deep. Data washed over him. Some of it registered with him. Most of it was nothing.
He linked to sensor feeds, watched Kelwin’s colleagues arrive. One of them checked Casey, picked her up, took her to medical. The other held Kelwin back—he wanted to ‘teach her a lesson’.
Piran shut his eyes so tight moisture ran down his face.
The medics checked Casey. Alive. Nothing physically wrong. It was a lattice issue. They called a couple of lattice techs. Overloaded, they said.
They put her in a coma. They plugged her with needles and tubes, set up machines. The machines breathed for her, pumped blood around her body, analysed everything.
Alive. Stable. Unconscious.
The medics waited.
Piran watched.
Data from the base swi
