The Price of Sight

[jammi]

There was a heavy silence filling the cockpit. Emptiness. I hung in my harness, still muzzy from my brief unconsciousness. Slowly I came around, blinking away the mist and peering out the view screen. It looked like I was near the battlefield. How long had I been unconscious?

My Titan had been jumped by Hessians as I had run against Rosenberg with my hermanos. An EMP mine had hit my ship. Engines, sensors, shielding. Gone. The others had been pushed back and the Rhienlanders had taken me for dead, another ghost ship alike the others that littered the system. I had wept tears of mute betrayal as the last Titans were chased away. Then the darkness had taken me.

Now it I was awake again I tried to pry the panelling off the main dashboard. I had expected all the systems to be powered down, but a back-up generator was working. A small light blinked in the shadows behind coils of wiring. Inside the panelling there were override switches and fuses. After a few minutes of fiddling, there was a cough from the rear of the ship as the main generator did a cold-restart.

Then the engines were active again. Wheeling around I eased my ship away, limping back towards Cadiz. I had the feeling Id sprained my wrist too. And yet, something seemed wrong. More wrong than the situation should have been anyway. I had the impression something had happened to me. Something I couldnt remember. Something that squatted on the very fringes of my memory. Something terrible.

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