It’s been a hell of a few thousand miles, thought Orazio, as Anri’s Revenge limped through cotton-candy clouds towards the sprawling latticework of Orison’s cityscape. There was still work to do, and rumors of incoming pirate attacks on the system, but all that could wait...
On Voyager Bar’s deck, Orazio savored his drink and stared into Crusader’s swirling mass below, relaxing his shoulders for the first time in weeks. Tomorrow it would all begin again. But tonight, he’d remember why he put himself through it in the first place.