The pain gradually faded away. Realizing what had happened, Charles slumped to the floor, gasping for air.
"Captain, are you alright? What the hell just happened?" Deep reached out to help Charles up.
"What are you all crowding around for? Get back to the helm—now." Charles forced himself upright, his body drained of strength.
"It's fine, we've stopped the ship. It can't drift off."
"Stopped the ship? Start it up! What if those things catch up to us?" Charles shoved him hard.
Deep hurried to the helm, yelling into the turbine comm tube for them to stoke the furnace hotter.
Bandages helped Charles back onto the stool, casting a questioning glance at his captain.
"It's nothing, just a minor issue. The Futan Sect bastards have power over dreams. Stay sharp next time."
"I know..." Bandages replied.
Now, Charles didn't dare sleep at all. He sat on the stool, watching his crew operate the ship.
