Bane moved stealthily through the darkened maintenance passages. Axel had cut half the power and the life support on the ship, pushing the crew of the Prophesy towards the sealed safe room instead of the bridge. Behind him, Valiant was scanning each room they passed before the indicator light rapid started blinking.
“We got hostiles twenty feet ahead.” The green-haired Concloian whispered. Tapping his earpiece, he said, “There’s a single heat signature forty feet from our current position. Signal is fading steadily. You reading me, Doctor?”
“Loud and clear,” Talis replied through the communication link. “Med bay is prepped and ready for whatever you find.”
Nodding, Bane activated the cloaking mechanism on his suit before switching on the voice scrambler. “I’m set. Atmosphere in this are
