A few days later, the void somewhere in the Empire rippled and The Adventurer slid into the open. Its shield flared with a bright light, before it restrained itself and turned a calm translucent blue. Inside, the group that had gone dark to rest and regroup turned on the communication lines, ready to jump back onto the deadly dance floor of the ongoing war.
Immediately, packets after packets of data arrived, and they were all instructions for their movements.
As mercenaries fighting for merits to exchange for profits, Lucas and his group were not subject to the military discipline of the forces of the Empire. The prowess he had displayed even before the war began had ensured that he had secured for his group the courtesy that ought to be afforded to the strong, and along with it, freedom.
