“Wha-what do you mean there is no weapons fire!?! I JUST TOLD YOU THAT THERE-“
Cruz, getting more closer to the wreck, checked the sensors again and he noticed that his previous claims were completely wrong: No signs of it whatsoever. Baffled by the inconsistency, Alberto did not believe what he was seeing; as he was completely sure about his readings.
“What is happening…”
Cruz trembled, as his emotions flourished menacingly towards the already disregarded madness, unintelligible whispers clouded his senses. Voices? They did sound like those to Cruz, harmonic patterns of complete non-sense to the ears for the untrained, or so he thought. As Cruz decreased the speed in direction to the Sabre, the voices remained in the same incomprehensible form and intensity. He tried to maintain a pragmatic, logical view regarding to what was happening; but Cruz was not as tough as his proud brethren and he found trouble showing resilience in this type of situations. Cruz finally concluded that the group should do something before bad events could happen to the trio. Shaking his head, troubled by the current circumstances, he mentioned a possible course of action:
“May-maybe we should destroy it. The Sabre. All of it. There’s nothing else to see here and we should continue the search for the others...The voices…They-they will be gone if we get rid of it, ri-right? Who wants to do the honors?”
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