two ships apart. Herschel caught sight of someone in one of the hanger bays of the Fledermuas and quickly turned his fighter around and landed inside.

"Are you Xerxes?" Herschel called out to the individual standing in front of his fighter.

" Yes I am, you must be commander Herschel." she replied.

" That's right commander but I'm afraid that we don't have much time to talk right know. Climb into the back seat and we'll be on our way to the Samara." Herschel told her.

Xerxes did as she was told and climbed into the fighters rear seat and strapped in. Herschel closed the canopy and turned the fighter around and blasted back out the way he had come heading back to the Samara.

 

Chapter Fourteen

Upon arriving in the docking bay of the Samara, Herschel and commander Xerxes were met by the surviving members of red wing. The small group headed to the bridge without a word being spoken.

Once on the bridge the small group found that Kurtis and the rest of the crew were preparing for the destruction of the Fledermuas. One of the droids was giving a distance countdown.

"Welcome commander, your right on time to witness the destruction of your ship." Crytron said gloatingly.

“That's enough Crytron. You don't have to make her feel any worse than she already does." Kurtis scolded.

“Thank you captain Star. I appreciate your concern. But may I ask what is going to happen to me?" Xerxes questioned hoping that Kurtis would in fact not send her back to Galmor with a death mark on her head.