The crew of the Ghost often finds themselves on the bad side of someone, whether it’s pirates, mega-corporations or powerful politicians. Sometimes it goes better than others.
The Ghost is standing where they left her. The two hover vans that brought the work crew are still parked near the starboard engine nacelle.
Wil is out of breath by the time they get close enough to the ship to see the first body. A quilant man is sprawled at the foot of the cargo ramp.
“Oh dren.” Cynthia swears as she kneels to check the being. She looks at her friend and shakes her head once. The three of them draw their sidearms and walk up the ramp slowly. Zephyr is in the lead. At the top of the ramp are two more of the work crew, a Quilant and a Trollack.
They find another body in the crew lounge, this one still alive, barely. The work crew team lead, the Trenbal woman. Orange blood is pooling around her. Her dinosaur-like face is twisted in pain.
Wil rushes over, dropping to his knees, “Don’t move, we’ll get help.” He looks up at Zephyr, “Check medbay!”
The Palorian woman darts past Wil and opens the hatch to the small medical compartment. She turns, “Empty.”
Wil scoops the wounded woman up and rushes her two the medbay. A bloody hand reaches up and grabs Wil’s shoulder, “It was… Crimson Sun.. Took your people.”
I’m sure things will work out though, right? I mean maybe they’ll just give Bennie back.