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Drake shrugged his shoulders, trying to make the combat armour settle into place a little more comfortably. It refused to comply so he sighed and accepted the problem was probably with him rather than the armour. There had been a time when wearing it was second nature but that was long behind him now.
He checked over the shuttle once more, confirming everything was ready to go and that he was still comfortable with the thought of flying it. Sonia had offered to send a pilot with him but he’d refused. The danger would increase greatly near the portal. He didn’t want to expose any of his crew to more risks than he already had to.
With that done there was one final issue he had to wrestle with. Opening the portal. He had the strange crystal resting on the seat next to him but it
