Last spark from the ashes

Something flashes on the lower sensor display just before a trio of cannon rounds hit the nearest apartment block, explosively breaking the silence outside. Birds scatter and surge in flight behind them; lucky that the swift little ship is long out of the way before they crowd the air.

Yep, things are about to get a little too real for comfort.

“We can outrun them,” Blaze assures Jesse, her gaze locked on the displays. They bank around to weave between another pair of broken towers, and she spares a hand from the controls to clamp over Jesse’s shoulder briefly. She remembers how light her friend is. The Ghost hastily dips down t point out where the harness straps can be pulled out from the seat. They’re stiff with disuse, but still clip together solid and securely. Who knows if Jesse really needs them, but – dead man or not – he’s had a rough enough ride already today.

When she spots another couple of skiffs dropping out of warp above them, Blaze snorts. “Times like this I really wish this ship was armed. You secured there, Jesse?”