**What's up with you?!** Wynn stormed through the pristine corridors of the Sovereign Dawn, his boots striking the polished floor with calculated fury. The muscles in his jaw tightened as he ground his teeth together. The spare pilot had informed him that Sasha had called in sick...right when they needed to reach the Elder ruins he'd spent months locating. "Fucking convenient timing," he muttered, the veins in his forearms becoming more pronounced...