Adalard’s energy began draining the moment he stepped inside the transport. The intensity caused him to stagger. He placed his hand against the hull to steady himself and shook his head. The effect was worse than before.
He slid his hand along the wall, trembling and disoriented until his sense of survival kicked in, and he realized it was imperative that he exit the transport.
By the time he reached the bottom of the platform, he could barely stand. He stumbled over to a nearby boulder and leaned against it. Sweat coated his brow despite the freezing temperature. He shivered as a steady wind cut through the narrow ravine.
This was worse than he realized. The weapon that had been activated could prove deadly to the Curizan race. He pulled the communicator from his belt. His finger hover
