Diechee strides into The Nova's hangar bay, and the hush of Tahk falls away behind him. Combat lights blink alive across the stealth arrays as Talik braces at the maintenance rig, tools still in hand.
Diechee
I need your help, Talik. Gather our allies now.
Diechee
I want everyone armed up, ready for anything. If I'm going to keep my world safe, it has to be done.
Talik
On it. I was already pushing the arrays to wake-state, but now I know why.
Sena steps in from the corridor, jaw tight, one hand resting near her sidearm. The ship's combat protocols cycle harder, routing power through sealed channels and bringing old war systems online.
Sena
Then we move. If the successor is hunting you, hiding is over.
Across the bay, the star map flares with the hidden marker route, a thin line cutting into the dead sector. The trail is no longer a mystery, it is a path straight back into Diechee's past.
✓ Quest Accepted
Mobilize the crew for departure
“I check the armory to ensure our supplies are ready for the coming fight.”
SUCCESS (Fair Investigation, rolled +2)
Diechee moves to the armory access, and the seal opens on a clean hiss. Inside, racks of charge cells, sidearms, field packs, and sealed medkits sit strapped down for transit.
He checks each lane in a quick sweep. Spare cells are counted, blast seals are intact, and the emergency cache is full.
Diechee
The armory is stocked. We can leave armed.
Talik appears in the doorway with a compact crate, then sets it on the deck beside the racks. Sena follows, already carrying two slung rifles and a bundle of coded comm beads.
Talik
Weapons are green. I can have the last kit latched before launch.
Sena
Good. Because the route is broadcasting harder now, and the red coordinate is lighting our hull like a beacon.
A thin warning tone pulses through the hangar. On the star map, the hidden line to the dead sector flashes brighter, and an outbound scan pings back from somewhere beyond the bay.
Quest Complete
Mobilize the crew for departure