Juan woke up on the floor of his ship. He felt terrible, sick, and sore. Juan slowly stood up and regained control of his ship. Then he realized. Santiago had done it. Juan was satisfied. He knew he could trust Santiago.
"You did it. Santiago, good job."
It was time to get out of here. Juan couldn't stand another second in this place.
"Negative, lets get out of here. I don't feel safe anymore."
As they began to depart the area, Juan picked something up on his scanners. A wing of Sabres.
"Identify yourselves."
Juan was not ready for a fight. He just had to hope they were friendlies. Once they came closer though, their identification was indeed Outcasts. Thankfully.
"This is a Ruiz patrol wing. Command sent us here after a bring flashing light was spotted from our outer patrol."
Juan was thankful. Maybe they could make it back alive.
"They sent us to investigate and bring back anybody. Come with us. Please."
