Succumbed by unexpected obsession, Cruz pushed forward into the unknown without paying attention to his wingmen. Regardless of how many frequencies Cruz did try to adjust, no response was found; meanwhile the volume of the sounds in his mind increased each moment as Cruz travelled through the dense clouds. Infuriated by the situation, he felt fueled by aggressive emotions, completely out of nowhere; Cruz startled himself as the sensation feel obtusely contrary to what he would normally feel on the situation. He tried to put it accurate name for it: Courage.
Before he tried to understand what was happening; the visibility changed. The greenish dense clouds began to look blueish with tones of purple. Cruz swiftly put the hand on his forehead:
“Particle emissions perhaps? Light? OF COURSE, LIGHT, AMIGOS! LIGHT!”
He did not try to explain it to the other members, as he dully tried to reach a better explanation of why he was not detecting the anomaly. Color stayed noticeable on plain sight, but the spectrum was not detected by the sensors. Why would a device be visible and undetectable at the same time? Maybe a primitive variation of cloaking technology of some sort? And why the voices? Cruz hesitated to think deeply on it, as the next scene was going to return him to the descent into madness.
As the trio progressed through the shadowy clouds and the new colors surrounded them, one frozen corpse crashed into the vicinity of Cruz’s cockpit; the shield reverberated at the impact and Cruz almost threw up his heart and what he ate at Corsica.
“¡MIERDA!”
Hardly returned to the normal stress that the sounds in his mind were already offering, Cruz took a look at the ill-fated calamity: Floating lifeless bodies, debris, scorch and plasma. All around an immaculate Sabre, with a big glowing blue aura around the pilot’s seat. Cruz quickly tried to make a recount of the bodies around and the numbers did not coincide with the expected Asesinos, 2 were missing.
“I WILL BE REDEEMED, NOT YOU!”
“CÁLLATE, I WILL BE.”
Wyrm Type 2 blasts, unmistakable at first glance, illuminated the area; as 2 Sabres entered the dark scene, in a clear dogfight sequence. The Hyperspace trio were 200 meters far away from the radiant and static Sabre and the newcomers were at the other side, 400 meters approximately from Cruz, Harabero and Rosario.
“Ex-excuse me. Wha-“
“ANOTHER ONE, HE IS MINE.”
“DON’T EVEN TRY IT, BASURA. ¡REDENCIÓN EN LA MUERTE!”
One of the pilots charged onto the other one. The duelists crashed and no shields appeared. A ball of plasma emerged and the already damaged Sabres melted. The fusion travelled, a helix of combustion that abruptly warped and ceased.
“They…they are all dead. All of them…”
The whispers followed their dance on their thoughts. Cruz felt his sudden aggressiveness of minutes ago collapsed by the split-second event. Overwhelmed to what he was seeing, Cruz tried to contact the other members:
“Harabero. Rosario…Wha-what do you guys think? All happened so fast…there was nothing we could do…Sho-should we examine the wreckages before we try to…”
Cruz did not want to say it, as the most fearsome thoughts were already dominating the troubled pilot.
“Go closer…That could be the source of all of this. IT MUST BE.”
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