Now that Jake was back to normal, they boarded the ship and made a quick hyperspace jump back to the dying sun. When they left the ship a short time later, they didn't find it right away.
Where there was supposed to be a blinding ball of light, there was only darkness. It was just as they had suspected, but it unnerved them more than they were willing to admit. It was an overwhelming sight.
The death of a star.
When a star died, it was supposed to explode or collapse under its own weight, but much more rarely did it simply snuff itself out. This was a fate usually reserved for smaller stars.
"Jake, do your thing." Hade sighed.
"Sure."
The Myrtharian flew to the cooled sun, and touched down like a meteor on a hilly plain of solid hydrogen. It was a dark gray desert, bare and frozen. But this time, Jake didn't feel the cold.
