Chptr 21: Secrets and survival
Sargasso airspace. 0700 hours
Jasmine swam through dark seas. There was darkness around her, darkness above her, black as the depths of space. She hung in the grip of darkness, floating in it like water. Moving forward was easy. The blackness parted from her with ease. Moving back was like swimming through thick treacle. She floated onwards. The deeper into the black she got, the more the burning pain in her body faded. It was warm, and dark, and silent, and peaceful. All the worries in her head seemed to slip away from her. She didn't know where she was going. All she knew was that she wanted to get there.
Her head jerked up. She knew that voice!
"Come here, baby. We've been waiting for you."
She swam faster, happy tears trickling down her face. She suddenly felt ground beneath her feet. Looking down, she couldn't see anything. She seemed to be standing on thin air.
She looked up. Two Lombaxes stood arm in arm, smiling at her. The male was large and muscular, wit
Chapter 20: into the fireSargasso 0400 hours. Days to reality failure: 1
Steel crept along the dark corridors of the stronghold. It was past midnight, yet the dark was still thick enough to tax even his powerful night vision. It wouldn't have mattered even if he was totally blinded, however. He had memorised the route he needed to take, knew by heart every step to his destination.
As he passed a window, moonlight flashed off the sharp knife in his hand. Steel had always preferred a leading role...
He reached the door, cautiously trying the handle. It was unlocked, the door opening a fraction. He slowly, very slowly, pushed it open, slipping inside as gently as a shadow. A grin spread across his face as he saw the velvet hangings at the other end of the room.
Steel was good at this. Many who had crossed him had gone to sleep and never woken up again, his blade between their ribs. He made no sound crossing the room, knife held loosely by his side. When he reached the curtains surrounding her b
Chpt 19 pt 2: Guards and grief
After the bright light of Quantos, it took some time for Ratchet's eyes to get used to the gloom. Once the starbursts cleared from his vision, however, he could see the devastation inflicted on the once grand entrance hall. From the look of things, the outpost appeared to have been ransacked by a not very efficient burgler. Decaying pieces of paper and equipment were scattered everywhere, hidden under a thick, undisturbed layer of dust. The air smelled of mould, decay and neglect.
Jasmine looked down at a shattered computer. Behind her, Drake snuffled around in the dust. A nasty suspicion was forming in his mind...
"Wow, Tachyon really did a number here." said Jasmine. "Look at this place. It's trashed!"
Something about the tone in Drakes voice made them turn.
"What is it?" said Clank.
"I...don't think Tachyon did this..."
"Looks like it to me. Death, despair, carnage on a scale incomprehensible to the civilised mind...that's Tachyon, alright." said Ratchet, scowling at Drake.