“Captain, Metreon gas detected..”

U.S.S. Errant Song

We’d come to one-quarter impulse and slid into the belt carefully. The crew was tense. We were practically swimming in a gas so volatile that entire texts were written about it: Metreon

Unfortunately we were on a rescue mission and our help was needed deeper into the pocket. Eninun voiced her concern about weapons-fire which I noted. She wasn’t keen on sticking around anymore than I was. The sensors pinged at high-power while we waited for the confirmation tones that our friends were nearby.

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