New faces, old friends
“Your telling me the engine melted?” Rednar looked at his ghost. The little light buzzed around scanning the ship the Guardian following. “That would be a yes. Seems the hyperdrive slipped a wire into the…..” “But you can fix it….. Soon, right?” He started to look around at the foliage of Venus, almost could feel the jungle swarming I on him. “Ill need time… And materials” “Which we don’t have” He sighed and leaned on the ship. Checking his shock pistol, enough to fend for a minute maybe. His blade wouldn’t even last that long. “Send up a distress call then, we can’t risk this.” “Sir…. Are you sure” the Ghost whizzed around. “The only ships around here are the Queens fleet and well…” “I know, send out on this frequency” reading off a list of numbers “Use call sign Howl pack, should let us fly under the radar at least in name.”
The two were on Venus exploring the old buildings, collage halls and production buildings, looking for any and all answers to the Fallen Houses and what they were before the traveler. If he wanted to return home he would do it, and with title in hand.
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