The screams were intensifying in Santiago's head as well, but somehow his weapons were hot and he aimed at the damned thing. Al....alright....I....I...... He blacked out momentarily.
Next thing he knew, he woke up and found that his weapons were discharged. H....how.... He was confused as to how he managed it. But it was over. The object was destroyed. I....It is done.
He hoped that it was enough. Sure enough, the voices in his head were disappearing. He was relieved. Are you guys ok?
Waking up from the nightmare, Alberto Cruz slowly regained control of his extremities, one finger at a time. He looked up to the blurry space; green controls everything, and the shades of blue and purple were gone. Moreover, he felt renovated as his thoughts, previously flooded by twisted sensations, remained calm.
Trying to move every muscle, Cruz checked his body. No damage at all, as he would have thought seconds ago as demise would have been supposedly imminent. Once again, Cruz studied the panoramic with the ship’s sensors. Besides Harabero and Rosario, only vacuum filled with wrecks and death was around them. No signs of disruptive emissions, no whispers and no warmth.
“I’m all good here, señor Rosario. A little disoriented by what was happening, I assumed I was done for. Are you alright the rest of you?”
Cruz primed up the engines, more than eager to leave the gloomy scene.
“Are we ready to depart? I guess there’s nothing else to see here…unless you want to stay longer with the deceased ones. We should report to Julia López as soon as possible.”
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."
![[Image: 0WfuF9g.png]](https://i.imgur.com/0WfuF9g.png)