36
After receiving bandages and pain pills during his examination, Josh sat outside the Formidable's infirmary, swinging his legs on the cold, steel seat as he waited for the latest news on Waylon and Matta. Both had suffered wounds during the vicious Piscean attack, Waylon probably the worst of the two since he’d been in extended captivity on Osiris.
Legion Kardas had evacuated the survivors from the Jarna and transported them to the Formidable for medical evaluations following the timely arrival of the Tridents. Josh took a deep breath. If the Legion had not been in this system, he would be dead, killed in the crash on Sanctum.
He shivered at the thought.
"I'm leaving."
The booming voice in the otherwise silent waiting room jolted Josh. He spun around to face the source.
"Foster,"
