Sam looked at her friends and shook her head as the whole room surged to one side. Sam swore and raced for the door.

  She found chaos outside in the base, several pieces of gym equipment had come loose and was strewn around the vehicles which were thankfully well strapped down.

  The ship lurched first one way, then the other as it tried to evade the increasingly powerful tornado, but Sam could feel they were losing the battle as the whole ship lurched to one side and stayed there.

  “H.U.D. what's causing this? Is it man made?”

  THAT IS A HIGH PROBABILITY. IT APPEARS THERE IS A SMALL AIRCRAFT IN THE EPICENTER OF THE STORM AND IT'S NOT TRYING TO EVADE IT. RATHER, IT IS ENTIRELY POSSIBLE THAT IT HAS WEATHER MAGI CONTROLLING THE TORNADO AND THEY ARE TARGETING THE STORM HAVEN.

  “Fuck!”

  Sam raced up the stairs and out onto the top deck. the water in the pool was awash on the deck and the instant Sam stepped out she was drenched through.

  She felt her robe flap wildly around her and she flung it off. She was already wet through and the robe felt more of a hindrance than a help and she saw it fly overboard As the high winds blew sea water over the edge of the ship.

  It felt like Sam was in a watery hell as she felt the strength of the storm battering against her and the ship, it made the enormous power of the engines feel pitifully feeble against it.

  She saw Troll and Morden up ahead and dragged her body along the safety lines to them as they struggled from being tossed into the sea.

  Morden looked aghast at her. “What the hell are you doing out here? Get back inside right now!”

  Sam shook her head and screamed into the howling wind.

  “It's being controlled!” she pointed up. “A plane!” Troll looked her in the eyes, she could see barely controlled rage as the ship was battered by a power he was impotent against. Hope kindled in the Sergeants expression.

  “You can feel them? Their power?” Sam nodded. “Barely, I can't feel individual power, but a spec, too much just to be the planes engines, and the storm is tracking us!”

  Sam glanced out to sea and saw what looked like a enormous funnel, sucking down the water and the ship was fighting to stay on the edge of it. She needed to do something or they were all lost.

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  “Can you drain them?” Morden shouted. “Siphon their power? We need to shut this down before it wrecks the entire ship, can you do it child?”

  Sam nodded and clung on to the rails as she focused her essence on the tiny spec above them.

  It seemed almost non existent in comparison to the phenomenal power of the sea, but she felt a very weak connection to it and siphoned it's power with everything she had.

  Sam felt her skin get red hot even as the freezing sea water bashed her about and it started to peel as H.U.D. interjected.

  PUSH EXCESS ENERGY INTO FORCING THE SHIP OUT OF THE FUNNEL. FEEL THE PULL OF THE WATER AND PUSH AGAINST IT.

  Sam pushed Using the power she gained from draining the plane and its inhabitants and felt herself skid along the decking, ramming up against the bulk head. But she kept siphoning the power from those trying to kill her and her friends, attempting to push the ship away from danger.

  Sam felt the ship buckle slightly under her pressure as she focused her excess power, trying to force the gigantic ship away from the epicenter of the incredibly powerful man made storm. Then without warning the power from above suddenly vanished and she crumpled to the floor.

  The last thing Sam felt was the object from above come slamming down into the sea, before darkness engulfed her.

  Sam awoke in the medic bay and saw Mendes in the back ground. Sam noticed she was getting readings from Anderson. He was a pale and withered reflection of his former self and Sam thought Mendes had put her with him to show her his suffering. But to Sam, he was a danger. A spy, a killer and as long as he was willing and able to harm her or her allies he would stay as he was.

  She lay on the bed and focused on herself. Sam didn't feel damaged at all, the minor skin blistering had gone and everything was “The new normal” then she dipped deeper and felt for the ship.

  It seemed calm, no longer being battered by the monstrous winds and ferocious seas. Sam thought of the lives she must have taken as she stopped the attack. She remembered the plane crash into the water, even if she hadn't drained all life from the aircraft they would have died from the impact, but she felt no remorse.

  Maybe later she would feel more, but right now she felt she had done what she needed to do in order to save the ship. Whoever they were they had attempted to kill a thousand people. How could she feel remorse for fighting to keep them alive? She sat up feeling no reason to lay there, she was fine.

  Mendes spun round as she heard Sam sit up.

  “Ah your up! You seem to take less and less time to heal, that at least is good, yes?”

  Sam nodded. “How is the ship? Were there many casualties?”

  “There were a score of casualties, but we are graced with plenty of healers and all are now in good health. All but Mr Anderson of course, but I can do little for him.”

  Sam eyed Anderson. “Has he guaranteed he won't attack me or my friends yet?” Mendes shook her head. “No I keep asking, but he hates you with a passion. He is a very difficult patient.”

  Sam nodded. “He would be much worse if he were fully fit. Until he sees life through a different lens I will not aid him, he is a danger to everyone aboard. yes I have power, but he has intent and dangerous friends, that makes him much worse than me. Or do you not think it a coincidence that when he failed at his attack on me we were then attacked from above?”

  Mendes nodded. “You are not the only one to make that connection.”

  Sam nodded. “I'm not surprised, I've only been awake a minute and I saw it, anyhow, I'm feeling fine, so if it's all the same to you I'll be off.”