Djanik almost missed the glowstick, frowning at the flickering on his long range sensor, and then he realized what it was, and felt an astonishing relief flooding through him. Checking the scanner to see if either Hajo or Tinks had managed to eject, in which case he could do a pickup, he couldn't help but wonder at how well his little pack had handled themselves.
Great Tribunal and Maker's craft... they'd gotten off light.
"Good flying wolves, you're not just pups anymore. I'm bloody proud of the lot of you."
As he flipped the Zero Dawn over and started it on a long swooping turn past the transports that were even now landing teams on the station, he added, "Sphere escort pattern, we'll guide the
New Hope back to base. You'll have a few minutes for resupply and rest - then we'll be back on station to fly close cover for the Mahon - if the strike teams did their jobs, we won't have much to worry about for the second push to drive that ship off planet."
Sinking back against his seat, he pulled up an
old academy song. Emotions played back and forth through him. Joy. Sadness. Relief. Fear. The Empire would be back. There would be more battles. They would have to run... they might all die. He might have to kill more of his friends.
They had won, against all odds.
Nora had loved this song.
Listening to that lilting, haunting voice, he led his wolves home, tears staining his cheeks.
cool strain off:
1eP+2eA 2 successes, 1 advantage


