"Try not to lose your breath." Veral advised Mago, flipping a switch.
The ship took off at a breakneck pace, soaring out of the atmosphere and into space. It was silent, here, the only company was the glittering stars, as far as the eye could see, more stars than you could ever hope to count in a thousand years. Nebulas and galaxies, comets streaking by, there was a sort of haunting beauty to it.
"Watch your backs!" Crypto ordered, "Hermine, 1048, get this thing into the center of the facility and let's go."
1048 and Hermine took either side of the bomb, carrying it out of the personnel carrier.
The man was out of it, whatever had been done to him produced a nasty effect. At present they were using magical crystals to keep him stable and heal him.
"He's not doing great. He draws his magic from the Earthmother, but those b#stards torched the Groves meant to worship her, and the feedback nearly killed him." One of the gnomes explained.