Jack of Harts

Drew Keawe knew firing gravitic cannons in hyperspace was a Bad Idea. We all did. But they were the most powerful weapons we had when we chased down that Chinese squadron. Most of us were damaged in one way or another when the backlash came for us, but we killed our targets. We didn’t know how bad our damage was until we returned to the fleet. Her cyber had flown their fighter all the way home without telling us what happened to Drew, but it was impossible to miss once we got into visual range. Her cockpit was just gone, torn apart by the unrelenting vengeance of an angry hyperspace. She didn’t even have time to realize she was dead. We had a long time to think about it. She was one of us. She was everything the rest of us were. Faster. Stronger. Able to dodge danger with a single step. Her death shook us all far more than we wanted to admit. Even to ourselves.