Snippet #2700139

Mark's face was stern and stoic even when looking upon his injured and unconscious sister. He'd gotten his revenge on the Reds. Now to save her. "I tried what I could; most I could do was set her bones and joints correctly.....Kanwar can help." he said. He walked over to a console on the wall, and pressed it.

"This is the bridge." a voice called out.

"This is the Captain, set a course for The Hall. Authorization Dask vur Mitne" he called out. Mother and Light, his words resonated in the hull of the ship.

"Affirmative; flank speed."

The entire ship lurched as she turned and the engines went to full power. From the ground, the Ship would roar to life as it began to move, turning towards the North and quickly moving in that direction.

"ETA, one day." The bridge tech said.

"You have two hours to get us there." Mark growled.

There was an uneasy silence. "Yes sir."

Mark grabbed a hold of the table that was bolted to the table as the entire ship lurched again, and the lights dimmed. Before Mark had been born, Light had taken the precaution of adding an emergency portal Drive in the heart of the Silver Eagle, just in case the massive ship needed to return home to a friendly sky-dock. Since it hadn't been used in so long, it was rusty, and the Eagle would take another hour or so to get where it needed to go.

He walked up to his sister, Serenity, and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Serena will be fine....I'm going to make sure of that." he promised.