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against him, now that he knew he could.
His duel with Worgen hadn't been a sure bet in any way though. There was a very particular thrill that only the other general had brought out in him, the feeling of standing on the verge of death. Corden had seen it slip by him several times.
His analytical mind ensured that he wasn't in fights like that often, ones he wasn't sure he could win. But the Brion blood in his veins had loved it... the way his life hung by a thread. There was no denying the pull of his core, but Corden wasn't going to become a slave to it like Worgen had.
So, Worgen intended to take on all of the Brion armies and win. Corden thought it was insanity, to put it simply. No matter how he meant to do it—by force or persuasion or threats—Worgen was bound to fail. He was a legend, but Corden lived in a time of legends, and he’d found them to only be men beneath the myth.
That didn't make any of them less imposing. For sure, Diego Grothan didn't still carry his title because of luck.
The thought of his fellow general's name made Corden grin and slide his fingers over his braid like he was wont to. Most of the Galactic Union had never picked up that grothan wasn't Diego's real name, but a title. One given to every Brion warrior the moment the Elders told their fate.
Unlike other accolades and trophies, that title meant little when it was given, and only mattered when the warrior got older. It meant undefeated , marking out a warrior that had never suffered defeat. Not in combat, not in war, not in any way. Usually warriors lost the title before they got out of the academy. The fact Diego still had his was bordering on the impossible.
And that was only one of the men Worgen meant to simply swipe from his path.
It was madness, but Corden was not going to be the one to point it out to him. Worgen was clearly insane and he had no problem with watching the other general doom himself. The question that bothered him a lot more was why hadn't he set course for Briolina yet?
The answer had to be because he needed something first.
A gesha ? Possibly.
As far as Corden could tell, it helped. An involuntary smile crept over his lips when he thought of Lana. He no longer had to rely on the words of other men when describing the sensation of having a gesha . Now he knew and it had all been true. And Worgen was the man standing between him and his fated.
Watching the Flora hover, uncertain, Corden suspected that there was more. Another thing that Worgen wanted before he could venture on to Briolina.
The carrierwas acting strangely. For a ship like that, it was nonsense to try and act tough. It had no weapons to defend itself with. And if anyone with half a brain or at least one functioning eye took a good hard look at who their opponent was... Corden frowned.
Rescue missions weren't his priority, but the Union would not look kindly upon him standing by and doing nothing. One fighter was not going to help a lot, though. He sent a message to the Claw , telling his own flagship to move closer, but not to engage without his command.
There was too much Corden didn't know, and the only way he was going to get answers was to go and ask.
He watched as the fighters left the Abysmal. Lana was still out there somewhere, needing him. Corden hoped she didn't know how much.
Carefully, he pulled into formation with the rest of the fighters, making sure he didn't dock in the same landing bay as Worgen did.
After all, he was a ghost now.
***
The Flora was a true beauty.
It wasn't the kind of rough brutality that Brions usually liked, but Corden could appreciate the carrier for what it was. And the home of more than a hundred thousand souls was nothing less than a small city. After the general left the bay and the stolen fighter behind, he vanished from sight, which was much easier than it was back on the Raptor .
The huge carrier was a living, breathing organism. It took no skill at all to stay out of sight. Not
His duel with Worgen hadn't been a sure bet in any way though. There was a very particular thrill that only the other general had brought out in him, the feeling of standing on the verge of death. Corden had seen it slip by him several times.
His analytical mind ensured that he wasn't in fights like that often, ones he wasn't sure he could win. But the Brion blood in his veins had loved it... the way his life hung by a thread. There was no denying the pull of his core, but Corden wasn't going to become a slave to it like Worgen had.
So, Worgen intended to take on all of the Brion armies and win. Corden thought it was insanity, to put it simply. No matter how he meant to do it—by force or persuasion or threats—Worgen was bound to fail. He was a legend, but Corden lived in a time of legends, and he’d found them to only be men beneath the myth.
That didn't make any of them less imposing. For sure, Diego Grothan didn't still carry his title because of luck.
The thought of his fellow general's name made Corden grin and slide his fingers over his braid like he was wont to. Most of the Galactic Union had never picked up that grothan wasn't Diego's real name, but a title. One given to every Brion warrior the moment the Elders told their fate.
Unlike other accolades and trophies, that title meant little when it was given, and only mattered when the warrior got older. It meant undefeated , marking out a warrior that had never suffered defeat. Not in combat, not in war, not in any way. Usually warriors lost the title before they got out of the academy. The fact Diego still had his was bordering on the impossible.
And that was only one of the men Worgen meant to simply swipe from his path.
It was madness, but Corden was not going to be the one to point it out to him. Worgen was clearly insane and he had no problem with watching the other general doom himself. The question that bothered him a lot more was why hadn't he set course for Briolina yet?
The answer had to be because he needed something first.
A gesha ? Possibly.
As far as Corden could tell, it helped. An involuntary smile crept over his lips when he thought of Lana. He no longer had to rely on the words of other men when describing the sensation of having a gesha . Now he knew and it had all been true. And Worgen was the man standing between him and his fated.
Watching the Flora hover, uncertain, Corden suspected that there was more. Another thing that Worgen wanted before he could venture on to Briolina.
The carrierwas acting strangely. For a ship like that, it was nonsense to try and act tough. It had no weapons to defend itself with. And if anyone with half a brain or at least one functioning eye took a good hard look at who their opponent was... Corden frowned.
Rescue missions weren't his priority, but the Union would not look kindly upon him standing by and doing nothing. One fighter was not going to help a lot, though. He sent a message to the Claw , telling his own flagship to move closer, but not to engage without his command.
There was too much Corden didn't know, and the only way he was going to get answers was to go and ask.
He watched as the fighters left the Abysmal. Lana was still out there somewhere, needing him. Corden hoped she didn't know how much.
Carefully, he pulled into formation with the rest of the fighters, making sure he didn't dock in the same landing bay as Worgen did.
After all, he was a ghost now.
***
The Flora was a true beauty.
It wasn't the kind of rough brutality that Brions usually liked, but Corden could appreciate the carrier for what it was. And the home of more than a hundred thousand souls was nothing less than a small city. After the general left the bay and the stolen fighter behind, he vanished from sight, which was much easier than it was back on the Raptor .
The huge carrier was a living, breathing organism. It took no skill at all to stay out of sight. Not
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