Duty Bound

With so many loyal vessels undertaking the Council's search mission the station felt vulnerable. The Watch had to patrol the streets of the fortress and the space surrounding it. The force was stretched thin.

He was happy to offer his aid. The brief joy of answering a call for help. Hopefully there would be no serious trouble. Part of him, though, would welcome it. A flash of danger, the ring of the alarum. Something to pull from him that sense of purpose, the feeling of adventure. 

Chem Finder sat on the edge of the balcony of the Watchtower in the Greenery district, eyes scanning the curving laneways below for any disturbance.

In Rough Waters

Torvel whipped the wheel around, doing a complete 180 within the ribbon itself. He aimed for the wall and ripped a hole making another tear and scaring the hell out of another ship in the process. The Nexus Wave sailed straight through another ribbon, causing another tear. Torvel maintained control and was adjusting for the differences in the rift. 

"What's going on, Captain?" Gates shouted as he entered the pilot's den. "Is there a storm?" 

Torvel held the wheel and gave it another sharp tug. "Just taking a short cut!" 

"Are you mental?" Gates yelled at him. "You could destroy the ship! You have to know what you're doing and when to do it!" 

"It's a good thing then that I do know what I'm doing," Torvel said behind  his laughter. It was the only time he cackled like a maniacal fool, and that gave Gates all the comfort he needed. Torvel had been sailing the stars for several years...