Spaceships and Magic, What Could Possibly Go Wrong? Chapter 127: On The Bridge

The blaze of white light ca to an end, and once again we had been transported completely, straight into another room.

The room we were in now was much smaller than the Observation Deck we had been on before.

We stood in the centre of the room, a sliding door behind , and an empty desk with a human-rated chair in front. From my knowledge of shows like Star Trek, this looked a lot like a Captain's Ready Room, adjacent to the bridge.

"Right, if we're going to be picking up a bunch of scared refugees, I'm going to need security down in the Cargo Bay," I said. "Akash and Vadton, you're the two most physically imposing people around, I want you to go down there and keep order. Yr'Arl and Rin, go with them and try to be personable, reassure people that we know what we're doing and we're going to make sure everyone's just fine, okay?"

"Of course, Squadron Leader," Vadton spoke, perhaps for the first ti since I had seen them in the tournant. Their voice was low and grating, like tal scarping across a stone floor. It sent a shiver down my spine.

"The rest of you, I'm sure you've had a horrible and frantic ti. Please, find out where your quarters are and get so much-needed rest," I continued. "In a few hours, we'll rotate the groups out and have those who are resting now look after the refugees."

With that, I dismissed everyone and all but collapsed into my chair.

It had been a hell of a day.

All I wanted to do was find a bed, curl up in it, and sleep for another week.

Part of wondered if I was still actually in the magically induced coma that I had been put into after our excursion to the underwater Clan Pren base, but that was just wishful thinking.

So many had died. So much had changed.