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harness was sufficient to hold him in place on a rolling
deck in the middle of a dogfight, but even those straps were
stressed by a planeshift. Gerrard shot a glance over his
shoulder to the starboard-side cannon. There, a minotaur
gunner clung with equal fury. Tahngarth's teeth were
gritted in determination, the closest he came to smiling.
Gerrard did smile. This was his ship. This was his crew.
They were the best damned fliers and fighters in Dominaria
and Mercadia, in Rath and Phyrexia. For years he'd heard
how he and his friends and this ship were supposed to save
the world. For the first time, he felt like they could.
That wasn't the only reason he smiled. There was no
better place to watch a planeshift than strapped to a
forecastle ray cannon.


4
 J. Robert King

Beyond the rail, Dominaria vaulted suddenly forward.
The sky stretched out. Clouds frayed away to ropy lines of
mist. The heavens began to fold in on themselves. Where
before there was only beaming blue and white, now black
verges appeared in the separating seams of reality. The sky
held together only a moment more. It came to pieces.
Scraps of blue and white tumbled in a black wind.
Were Gerrard beyond the rail, that wind would have
torn him to pieces. It was chaos, pure and simple, the
ocean of potentiality in which all actual worlds floated.
Anything material that touched the chaos wind was
dissolved away into sparking energies and nothing.
Weatherlight and her crew were wrapped in an envelope
of saving air. It died to stillness around them. The roar fell
silent. Beyond the energy envelope, storms of power raged.
Within it, only Weatherlight's engines sounded.
"Command crew to the bridge," Gerrard barked. He
undid the straps of his gunner's harness and strode across
the forecastle toward the stairs leading amidships.
Tahngarth followed. The minotaur leaped the stairs and
landed amidships with a thump. Gerrard joined him at the
bottom, and they marched across the trembling deck. From
the central hatch ahead, Orim emerged. Her feet trod softly
between hoof and boot. The three approached the bridge.
A fourth crewmember scuttled up to join them.
Gerrard arched an eyebrow. "Since when are you part of
the command crew, Squee?"
The goblin winced downward, as though accustomed to
being cuffed. He smiled all the same. "Karn can't make it.
He say Squee go talk for him."
"That'll be the day," Tahngarth rumbled.