The shuttle ride to the Keran’vuis, Xaandril’s flagship, was less than ten minutes but seemed like hours as Laarn hovered by the stretcher holding the still form of the general. The big warrior was pale, his wounds standing out stark red against his skin. He wasn’t that much older than Laarn, but with his scars and the terrible wounds across his body… he seemed eons older.
“Coming into dock now, my lord,” one of the pilots leaned out from the cockpit to inform him.
Laarn nodded, feeling the shuttle slow and the slight bump as the docking clamps engaged. The stasis unit was holding Xaandril’s condition steady, but he couldn’t remain in it forever. Despite the fact it held death at bay, just, the longer he remained in it, the harder it would be for Laarn to bring him back.
The airlock cyc
