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Drake felt the yawning chasm of darkness trying to suck him in. He fought desperately not to give in, jabbing his fingers into his palm, gritting his teeth. Even pulling out his knife and cutting his hand. None of it helped.
As darkness started to swamp his thoughts he reluctantly reached out to the only other possible source of resistance. He reached out to the Azimuth and linked his mind to it more fully than he’d ever wanted to. He let the dark, oily, embrace of the hellship enfold him… and as he did so the sucking darkness retreated.
Not completely, it still pulled on him and left him badly disorientated. That wasn’t helped by having the wavery vision the Azimuth granted him but he managed to focus well enough to watch the scanners.
At first there was nothing, then a massi
