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man was not removing his smirk as he spoke.
âYouâre talking nonsense. I havenât figured it out anyway,â Drake said anxiously.
âThatâs a shame,â he laughed, before reaching into his furs and then holding his hand out in front of him. He looked straight at Drake and continued, âOh ⦠I almost forgot ⦠letâs see ⦠what was it. Oh yeah, live always in space and time. See you later, youâre later that is.â With a twist of his wrist another dimensional door opened and he stepped through it, while waving goodbye.
Drake was stunned; it was the phrase of the fallen. How could this guy know about the key let alone the phrase? How could he have the information that Croxon was dead just an hour after it happened? What was going on? Was he to meet this guy in the future? Maybe he was another racer, but if that was the case, Drake would have surely recognized him, or his racecraft would have been reported. Was he a crazy fan with a subscription to the racing newsletter? That wouldnât explain the phrase. The phrase had to be a complete coincidence. Then again, he himself might be going absolutely mad. One thing was for sure, that man had dimensional keys and had just used two.
Drake dispensed out a few more images, then left the box to go board his racecraft. He had to go talk to Sammy about what just occurred. Drake found Sammy instructing Armosans in the main corridor and asked him if he would come have a discussion in the consuming quarters. Sammy agreed and together they went to get a coffee.
Drake drank a cup of coffee, while recounting the story of what happened on the surface of Armos to his most trusted acquaintance. He found it difficult not to sound insane, but gave Sammy every detail.
âItâs like you said, an obsessed fan.â Sammy had some meat now and began to eat it.
âBut what about the phrase?â Drake asked.
âIt was probably in a recent newsletter. You know how stuff leaks out,â suggested Sammy, before dispensing out some bread. âMerely coincidence.â He confirmed Drakeâs initial opinion.
If in his usual state of mind, Drake may still have been a little perturbed, but as it was, there was quite a significant amount on his mind at the time. The loss of a good crewman, and more than satisfactory companion, was beginning to weigh more heavily upon him. He still had to interrogate Uciferi, and didnât know if he should do it before or after the memorial for his friend. What could he do to honor old Croxy? The very thought of ending it all with the traditional funeral and farewell brought back a little of the repressed rage and sorrow in his mid-section. Feeling that he owed the recently deceased, Drake came to a conclusion fairly expeditiously. He would build Croxonâs eternal resting box with his own hands. He would select the markings and inscription on the exterior, as well. Looking across the consuming module to Sammy, he also deduced that he would not be handling this emotional project on his own. Sammy was not only Drakeâs friend, but was a good buddy to Croxy as well.
âI think I want to build the coffin ⦠would you be able to assist?â Drake dispensed another cup of coffee, already knowing the answer to his question.
âThereâs wood on Armos, I can gather up enough to do the job after I check up on the repairs,â Sammy hid a small smile as he continued, âI figured you want to talk to the isolated one anyway.â Sammy knew Drake better than anyone, and he did not envy the new, possibly former, crewmember.
Drake proceeded to march vehemently, carrying his cup of coffee, behind the consuming quarters to isolation chamber one. Drake and Bruvold were the only two onboard that had an entrance card to either of the chambers. He opened the cell, with a slide of the card, and began questioning Ouldsid harshly.
âHow do you explain yourself, worthless
âYouâre talking nonsense. I havenât figured it out anyway,â Drake said anxiously.
âThatâs a shame,â he laughed, before reaching into his furs and then holding his hand out in front of him. He looked straight at Drake and continued, âOh ⦠I almost forgot ⦠letâs see ⦠what was it. Oh yeah, live always in space and time. See you later, youâre later that is.â With a twist of his wrist another dimensional door opened and he stepped through it, while waving goodbye.
Drake was stunned; it was the phrase of the fallen. How could this guy know about the key let alone the phrase? How could he have the information that Croxon was dead just an hour after it happened? What was going on? Was he to meet this guy in the future? Maybe he was another racer, but if that was the case, Drake would have surely recognized him, or his racecraft would have been reported. Was he a crazy fan with a subscription to the racing newsletter? That wouldnât explain the phrase. The phrase had to be a complete coincidence. Then again, he himself might be going absolutely mad. One thing was for sure, that man had dimensional keys and had just used two.
Drake dispensed out a few more images, then left the box to go board his racecraft. He had to go talk to Sammy about what just occurred. Drake found Sammy instructing Armosans in the main corridor and asked him if he would come have a discussion in the consuming quarters. Sammy agreed and together they went to get a coffee.
Drake drank a cup of coffee, while recounting the story of what happened on the surface of Armos to his most trusted acquaintance. He found it difficult not to sound insane, but gave Sammy every detail.
âItâs like you said, an obsessed fan.â Sammy had some meat now and began to eat it.
âBut what about the phrase?â Drake asked.
âIt was probably in a recent newsletter. You know how stuff leaks out,â suggested Sammy, before dispensing out some bread. âMerely coincidence.â He confirmed Drakeâs initial opinion.
If in his usual state of mind, Drake may still have been a little perturbed, but as it was, there was quite a significant amount on his mind at the time. The loss of a good crewman, and more than satisfactory companion, was beginning to weigh more heavily upon him. He still had to interrogate Uciferi, and didnât know if he should do it before or after the memorial for his friend. What could he do to honor old Croxy? The very thought of ending it all with the traditional funeral and farewell brought back a little of the repressed rage and sorrow in his mid-section. Feeling that he owed the recently deceased, Drake came to a conclusion fairly expeditiously. He would build Croxonâs eternal resting box with his own hands. He would select the markings and inscription on the exterior, as well. Looking across the consuming module to Sammy, he also deduced that he would not be handling this emotional project on his own. Sammy was not only Drakeâs friend, but was a good buddy to Croxy as well.
âI think I want to build the coffin ⦠would you be able to assist?â Drake dispensed another cup of coffee, already knowing the answer to his question.
âThereâs wood on Armos, I can gather up enough to do the job after I check up on the repairs,â Sammy hid a small smile as he continued, âI figured you want to talk to the isolated one anyway.â Sammy knew Drake better than anyone, and he did not envy the new, possibly former, crewmember.
Drake proceeded to march vehemently, carrying his cup of coffee, behind the consuming quarters to isolation chamber one. Drake and Bruvold were the only two onboard that had an entrance card to either of the chambers. He opened the cell, with a slide of the card, and began questioning Ouldsid harshly.
âHow do you explain yourself, worthless
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