Starfinder Story. Part 1

The last few days of travel had been significantly harder to bare. Catch’s eyes wandered several times a
day to the massive nebula that just decided to appear a few nights back.
Thanks, you fucker. He thought to himself, attributing the way he was feeling now to the magical light show above the planet.

The fight with the dog-like creatures on the planet only confirmed that he wasn’t at one hundred percent.
His reflexes felt sluggish, it was becoming harder to focus on tasks and actually just focus his vision.
His arms and legs were aching, like when he had the flu. But he knew this was no flu.

He was relieved when the fuel signature they’d discovered turned out to be some kind of facility.
As soon as they’d entered the structure and their tech had been effected, he’d quietly hoped that this
place would shield them from shit going on outside.

His realism buried that hope with the rest of its friends and he got back to work.

He followed Devon in, sweeping the place and clearing it as he’d been trained to do years before. He
didn’t care at this point that he was dropping his disguise of the bumbling bureaucrat.
There was no time to keep up appearances. He was sick, possibly dying.

“You look like shit, Catch. Sit down.” Came Aaron’s voice through his helmet amplifier.

Catch went to a knee and gently let himself drop to his butt, putting his back against one of the bulkheads as Enoch and Kit began scouring the systems. Seph chimed in here and there as the three brainiacs did their thing.  Aaron produced a flashlight and shone it in and out, one after the other.

“Pupils are sluggish and you look off colour.” He said in an amplified tone. “You sore? Aching? Hows your grip strength? Headaches?”

“Yeah, Yeah, sluggish and yeah.”

“You’ve got acute radiation poisoning.” Devon said matter of factly after a brief pause. “Rest. I’ll get back to you soon.”


Catch stayed seated and watched the soldier turn and walk towards the eccentric Enoch and begin subjecting him to the same tests. He closed his eyes, feeling the frustration well up inside him. This weakness could be the end of him. He banged his head backwards, intentionally knocking it.  

Absalom Station wasn’t looking so bad right now.