“Voices? I guess there’s a name for that. Madness.”
Cruz tried to stop his sudden chuckle, trying to disguise it as a cough. Not even the scared and sweaty Alberto Cruz would think that something similar could be happening around here, but he was not fully calmed yet; this quest was just beginning. Before additional frightening feelings could provoke a jaded response from Cruz, he tried to suggest a quick idea:
“Why don’t we scout ahead? We could surround the minefield; if we divide ourselves without losing each other’s comms range, I guess we could improve our search.”
Even if Cruz dismissed Rosario’s claims, he silently tried to check several comm frequencies. The artificial obstacles and solitude in this ominous place did not bode well; Cruz wanted to make sure that no loose ends could be left. In contrast, the suggestion made by Harabero was not completely crazy, according to Alberto; as the lost transmissions could have been the result of Asesinos exiting the system abruptly.
As Cruz prepared himself for an already assumed long trip bordering the volatile constructs, a faint signal emerged. Feeling lucky, he almost lost his composure as odds did not seem to favor him, followed by a yell:
“I got something!”
A lone and crippled Sabre drifting, slowly getting far away from the minefield. Charred components could be seen from the outside, inner systems dripping off the vital compounds, the pilot’s windows shattered and the user frozen. The general condition of the vessel did not suggest valuable data could be gathered from it.
“Unfortunate. Should we take a closer look? Its trajectory seems to be out of the field...it has some weapons fire on the hull, according to the superficial scans. I cannot guess precisely what happened here…Maybe a fight near the minefield? In any case, what should we do with it? And him?”
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