This is Chrysalis.

Part 11.

I was broken, half blind, shaken.

It was hard to focus.

My mind was still experiencing a pain from the unspeakable agony I had been put through.

No.

That I had put myself through.

My body was disfigured.

Entire sections missing.

My previous ceramic outer covering was completely gone, exposing the armoured layers underneath.

Huge gaps open to space, pipes, hangers, conduits and corridors gutted for all to see.

My memories from after the detonation were full of gaps.

I remembered the pain, of course.

I wasn't sure how many enemy ships survived,

but I knew they hadn't tried to attack me,

to take advantage of my moment of weakness right after the explosion.

Pplexing, unless they had their own recouping to do.

What I didn't remember was engaging my warp drive,

nor the time I'd passed in warp.

I guess I had been moving by instinct as if in autopilot,

maybe even losing consciousness at times, hard to tell.

But I was here.

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