The Dagger approached the first jump point. The scene of devastation was far behind them now but Drake could still see it. Could see the ships blowing up. Could feel the lives being snuffed out. And he was still certain what he’d done had been for the best.
He still didn’t know what to do for his crew, but there was no immediate rush. What had happened had happened, much as he hated the fact.
He had time. His crew wouldn’t notice what had happened to them yet and not for some time to come… but eventually they would.
For the moment Drake needed to provide explanations for what had happened both during the rescue and afterwards. The crystal provided an excellent explanation for their escape from the Dark Acolytes, and the Acolytes’ failure to carry out the sacrifices could be spun
