Enter into a lost creature's life after being taken out of cold storage after nearly half a century, floating lost in space. See through the eyes of the pilots of the Iron Maiden, and the mystery behind its unknown captain.

Origins of an Icer

Wren sighed softly, taking a deep breath as he settled into the bowl shaped chair, leaning his head back as the cushions glowed and thrummed with energy, his senses awakening as the ship, flushed in the cold of the Void once more. His "eyes" picked up the Iron Maiden's fleet scrambling, the hangar bay opening wide to emit hundreds of small ships, none recognizable to him thankfully. He felt the cloaking move over like ice water, keeping them invisible to radar, sonar, and other monitors before steering the ship close enough for him to jump and access inside the hangar while it emptied and scrambled with life. No one thankfully noticed a faint shimmer from their cloaking, so Wren opened his real eyes, disconnecting from the chair as he turned to his second in command. 


Chapter Twenty-One