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Noting the arriving cultists and the slowly mounting damage to Bad Mother, Sauron redlined the engines himself as Scythe fired out the back hatch, violently ramming through the half-opened hangar doors and, just as Scythe shut the airlock, directly into stage 9 NLS. Soon, the ship began to be buffeted apart by gravitiational stresses. Sauron would have none of it, and despite Scythe's protestations, refused to decrease speed. In what felt like no time at all, they broke slipspace and deaccelerated, with the massive flank of the Blade Ketch sliding past like a great void whale. With barely enough time to get the hangar crew to open the doors, the wounded jumpship scraped across the (luckily empty) approach deck before grinding to a halt. Sauron kicked open the hatch and left Scythe to explain as he double-timed it to the medical bay, Arxus' now-unconcious form draped over his back. Hastily stripping the armor from the Titan, Sauron began running IV plasma lines and a blood transfusion while Fariks set up an EEG to monitor Arxus' crainial activity and watch for hallucinatory episodes, which Sauron feared would cause occasional seizures during the Titan's recovery. The medic ran a quick status check, then began running adrenaline pumps, which soon brough Arxus round. Sauron waved and smiled to the prone warrior, hoping he was still fairly sound- mentally and physically.

"Hey, Arx. We're putting that blood you lost back into you, so don't worry about it. We're home."