Author: Alastair Millar He awoke with a start. Cockpit red with emergency lights. Tried to move. PAIN! Slipped back into darkness. He awoke again; air still red. “Ship?” he whispered. “Yes, captain?” “Need medical help,” he gasped. “Affirmative. Medimechlings dispatched. Your condition is critical. Initiating emergency protocol B6. Distress beacon activated. Transponder check, affirmative, active. … Continue reading The Price of Silence