Arriving on Helix six hours later, Solara bounced in place as they waited for the loading ramp to finish dropping, every slow mechanical groan stretching her patience thinner. The Anarchy was sitting in its position, the deep colours reflecting the area around them as the frigate Trykerius had dubbed ‘Safe Harbour’ finished powering down.
Relief fluttered through all of them at the familiar sight, warm and almost painful after so many hours of uncertainty. It was as if the other ship hadn’t moved at all, but the crew knew the difference. Bane had spearheaded the rescue of their informant, and the five who had been gone still had no idea whether he had succeeded. The unanswered question pressed against their relief, refusing to let any of them feel completely at home.
The others watched,
