"They alternate shifts five on, five off. At this time every day a meal is served in the mess so there are only two crew in the control room. If you l...ck all the doors, then the off duty ones are trapped in their quarters and three in the mess. I can't get weapons, but I don't need to, my two wolves will take care of them. They are lightning fast so they won't have time to pull their guns." The other advantage for this time of day is the captain is on duty; she's a bitch so it won't bother me. "The Hope is gone." What? No..." that was all Nomek could say as ice-cold despair crept in. The Hope was a freighter that was carrying medical supplies as well as displaced refugees, entire families who fled from various planets, wanting to flee from the oppression of the Bragulan Star Empire. They were all hoping to get a new chance at life in better, safer worlds and the Gamma-Sigma, one of the many Bragulan freedom-fighting organizations, was willing to lend a hand. But more than all of. No, not a hand... Bobby’s hand. I don’t know why I knew it was Bobby’s hand, but I just felt it.I went to his room, where he had elected to sleep on a mattress on the floor. He said it reminded him of his cell back at St. [redacted].He was asleep. I felt his hand move up my side. It was crazy.“Bobby!” I said, loudly.The hand vanished as he lifted his head.“Huh?” he asked, obviously groggy. “What’s wrong?”“I think you were dreaming,” I said.“What?” He sat up. It was warm and he hadn’t been. Doch, der Schrecken ließ sie zurückfinden, in die Rituale ihrer Kindheit. Leise, der Hilflosigkeit geborene Gebete richtete sie an den Schöpfer, er möge sie behüten. Konnte Gott in diesen Momenten überhaupt etwas hören, oder war sie am Ende gerade Teil des Jüngsten Tages? War der Himmel geschwärzt vom Zorn Gottes?Ein Blitz tauchte die Felsen um sie herum in gleißendes Weiß. Doch in der Mitte blieb ein dunkler Fleck. Ein Fleck der Finsternis. Eine Höhle. Ein Zugang zu einer anderen, trockenen.