Overwhelmed by the clash of sensations from him and his wingmen, Cruz tried to verify what he was seeing. Scans confirmed what was already being noticed, the dead pilot was one of the Asesinos and not just a random traveler with a full equipped Sabre. The skull could be seen from the outside, the insignia representing their kind. He was already dead and Cruz, being suffocated by the voices and the depressing mumbling of his brethren, thought that he could be soon dead as the one in front of him; but he considered the possibility to be brave, at least for one time, before his fatal demise was inevitable. Desperate and hoping that the incoming nightmare would be softened in a miraculous manner, Alberto Cruz pulled the trigger and the weapons commenced their expected function.
Instead of an explosive outcome, the Sabre divided itself. The vibrant ammunition pierced through the hull, heating up and bending the materials. Plasma leaks ensured the lack of internal combustion and the Saber could clearly be seen taking several hits. In other circumstances, silence would have dominated the scene, as the members remained silent at the spectacle; but the voices, even if they decreased, remained around them. The warm sensation that started to erupt on each pilot ceased completely.
“I-I just had to do it, amigos. I couldn’t stand much longer. It was worth the shot, though.”
The wrecked ship was being dispersed in numerous fragments. Scrap after scrap, their trajectories collided and went directly into the deepest of the minefield. Some of them touched the devices, and exploded consequently.
“It manifested like an…conduit of some sort? I-I can still hear the voices, but at least I can think properly. Maybe we should try to follow them. I am not excited about the idea but…”
Cruz did not finish the sentence, stressed by the act. The ominous sounds seem to be the only clue they had at the moment, and Cruz tried to reach a pattern to follow with the instruments at his disposal. He found none, except his mind being permeated by the strange phenomena. Igniting the engines for cruise control, Cruz decided to move forward, to where the voices could go louder; hoping that his cowardice would not betray him on what lies ahead.