Kapitel 162: Rotten Meat

I could hear the loud cries of concern from my guys as I dropped to my knees, holding my head in both of my hands. I was tempted to take off my helmet in hopes of getting rid of that loud sound. It sounded like the feedback that a microphone sometimes sent out.

  Unfortunately, I understood that the sound was coming from the device implanted inside of my head and not my helmet. Thus, taking off the helmet wouldn't help with the sound and would only add more potential trouble instead.

"Can you hear me now?" came the deep voice again, cutting through the sound, only to be drowned again. "Fucking solar storm… Mei Xing!... –help…. –important...  I need you!"

I felt myself getting picked up in strong arms and looked up to see Ye'tab carrying me out of the Saalistaja craft and across the icy plains to my own fighter craft. I closed my eyes to try and block out as much as I could, but it still wasn't enough.