Golden Son Wrap Up

Uh, Marcus can.

Marcus.

Okay.

Here it goes.

You-

We're getting pinned in, boarding party's imminent.

Mustang's voice comes over the comm.

"Timing your launch." The ship moans as another missile almost claims us.

Our shields are shot, just the rickety hull holding us together.

"Aim true."

I say, "Always, Darrow." Her silence says a thousand things.

"I'm sorry"

I tell her, "Good luck."

This is not fun.

Sevro groans.

The ship's hydraulic system hisses, and the metal teeth jerk me forward in the tube, loading me into the chamber.

Inches before my head, the magnetic stream of the railgun hums dreadfully, daring me to glance its way.

They say that many golds can't take this, that even peerless can panic and scream and cry in the spit tube.

I believe it.

Pixies would have heart attacks right now.

Some cannot even ride in a spaceship for fear of small places and the vastness of space.

Soft-bellied fools.

I was born in a home smaller than the cargo bay of this ship.

I made my life at the end of a claw drill that makes this tube look like a child's toy, all whilst sweating and pissing my soul away in a fry suit cobbled together from a scrap.

Still, there's the terror.

Uh, Marcus can.

Marcus.

Okay.

Here it goes.

You-

We're getting pinned in, boarding party's imminent.

Mustang's voice comes over the comm.

"Timing your launch." The ship moans as another missile almost claims us.

Our shields are shot, just the rickety hull holding us together.

"Aim true."

I say, "Always, Darrow." Her silence says a thousand things.

"I'm sorry"

I tell her, "Good luck."

This is not fun.

Sevro groans.

The ship's hydraulic system hisses, and the metal teeth jerk me forward in the tube, loading me into the chamber.

Inches before my head, the magnetic stream of the railgun hums dreadfully, daring me to glance its way.

They say that many golds can't take this, that even peerless can panic and scream and cry in the spit tube.

I believe it.

Pixies would have heart attacks right now.

Some cannot even ride in a spaceship for fear of small places and the vastness of space.

Soft-bellied fools.

I was born in a home smaller than the cargo bay of this ship.

I made my life at the end of a claw drill that makes this tube look like a child's toy, all whilst sweating and pissing my soul away in a fry suit cobbled together from a scrap.

Still, there's the terror.