The ship, so much time and effort and energy put into it, couldn't take that last hit. Knocked into oblivion, he could almost hear his sanity breaking apart, panic swirling in that messed up, violent cocktail of emotions fed by the energies of the rift.
Had this not been what had happened to his own father? The rage bloomed again, fueling his final efforts to escape. He would not follow in his fathers footsteps.
He would not slip into madness as he had done. Summoning whatever power he could manage to control in the ship, he commanded it. Leave.
The roaring of the rift around him blended to the howling of the atmosphere of a planet. It all sounded the same, the blazing light outside of the cockpit just the same to his failing eyes as the all consuming light within the rift. And then it all fell to blackness, the gale outside reduced to nothing more than a distant rumble.
He'd awaken again... in a bed. Surprisingly unbound, he'd have expected if anyone was to dig him out of the wreck, they'd have all heard of the news by now. It was no cell, and the woman above him was no paladin.
Despite how his muscles screamed at him for it, he immediately went to try and grab his sword, where ever the hell it might be, the mad energy of the rift still thundering through him, clouding his mind. No idea what she was doing, working on pure instinct.
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The ship, so much time and effort and energy put into it, couldn't take that last hit. Knocked into oblivion, he could almost hear his sanity breaking apart, panic swirling in that messed up, violent cocktail of emotions fed by the energies of the rift.
Had this not been what had happened to his own father? The rage bloomed again, fueling his final efforts to escape. He would not follow in his fathers footsteps.
He would not slip into madness as he had done. Summoning whatever power he could manage to control in the ship, he commanded it. Leave.
The roaring of the rift around him blended to the howling of the atmosphere of a planet. It all sounded the same, the blazing light outside of the cockpit just the same to his failing eyes as the all consuming light within the rift. And then it all fell to blackness, the gale outside reduced to nothing more than a distant rumble.
He'd awaken again... in a bed. Surprisingly unbound, he'd have expected if anyone was to dig him out of the wreck, they'd have all heard of the news by now. It was no cell, and the woman above him was no paladin.
Despite how his muscles screamed at him for it, he immediately went to try and grab his sword, where ever the hell it might be, the mad energy of the rift still thundering through him, clouding his mind. No idea what she was doing, working on pure instinct.
He'd not be subdued now.