Alberto Cruz yelled as clear as he could, as the situation was getting out of control. An uncontrollable aggressiveness was taking place from all sides, as Harabero reacted. The curiosity and dread involving the light on the Sabre became a struggle of complete anger between the Hyperspace members.
“POR FAVOR, LET ME EXPLAIN HOW WE CAN SOLVE THIS!! I-I HAVE AN IDEA!!”
Anxiety became terror, as Cruz cringed his teeth and prepared his weapons for a probable engagement.
“T-THE ONLY THING WE SHOULD…wait a moment…”
An automated message, ready to be listened, arrived to the console. It came from the shiny Sabre.
“Amigos…Are you receiving this? Sh-should we listen to this before…”
The warm sensation felt by the group, during the first encounter with the lone Sabre and the minefield, returned softly. Cruz sensed how his body was invaded by light cramps. The voices had not ceased at all, keeping their constant symphony as time passes. Deceitful emotions had been a permanent issue since Cruz came through this journey and now, they were reaching the climax. Before believing to be fully paralyzed soon enough, Alberto Cruz tried to speak as fluently as possible:
“Juan, Santiago…I-I do not think we can stay much longer here…before we try to make something I still think we-we should listen to that new transmission. The sensation is overwhelming…”
![[Image: 0WfuF9g.png]](https://i.imgur.com/0WfuF9g.png)