While relaxing in the KNEIS-ENAU's crew lounge, you stare out the large
transperisteel view port.  Millions of tiny points of light pulse in a
relaxing pattern that you somehow feel attuned to.  
     A gentle voice, you realize, has begun to whisper in the back of your
mind.  Suddenly a shock, an almost freezing sheet of pain slams through your
body.  The voice is screaming.  Maybe what you are hearing is your own mind
coming unhinged.....

     ....The wind is screaming at a horrible high pitch.  The smell of burnt
flesh and of fire are staggering.  Scorched, powderized, stone litters this
landscape.  The bodies... the bodies...
     "What is this?"
        Your voice is whipped away by the screaming gale.  A fierce blast
furnace of hot and acrid grit continues to assault you.  
     The wind blows harder, swirling eddies of dust and flames.   
     "Where am I?" you try to shout through the sandy grit so intent on
choking out your meager existance.
     The Legion dead begin to disappear in the billowing chaotic smoke.  A set
of the Legion's silver wings lay in the open palm of a human Legionaire's hand
- they drip blood to the sand below.  Cracked and split grey helmets with
unreadable names stenciled in black slowly sink under the rising, turbulent
sands.  The wind is at nearly hurricane strength now.  A black gloved hand
[your own?] reaches for one of the battle scared stones - and the wind is
gone. Silence.
     The sky darkens ominously and a dread feeling pervades all of your
senses.  The darkness overhead begins to break up, forming tiny pieces of
blackness...pieces that buzz like insects,  moving to and fro in a meaningless
pattern.  A meaningless pattern... a pattern.
     The pieces begin to glow a light orange at first.  Slowly, and then more
rapidly they evolve into a firey red.  The blackness becomes bright light and
there are countless thousands of them.  Millions....
     Descending, descending....
     [and a feeling of despair overpowers you...death, despair...despair...]

     Legionaire Dorn rocks back in the cushioned rec room chair.  The pin
points of light, the stars as viewed while acelerating out of the Gruna Garu
system burst back in to crystal clarity.  A second shock again racks his body,
freezing and then prickling every nerve ending.
     In less than a second it had happened.  Now the sweating will come.  A
drenching sweat, mixed with fear and anxiety.  
     No one seemed to notice the seizure, though it happened in the middle of
a crowded room.  Maintaining a straight face and a controlled composure,
Legionaire Dorn stands and walks to the transperisteel window.  
     "Ayal protect us...."
*****

I know you have questions so send away.  Sorry I didnt get this typed to you
sonner - it is a little late.  (But info you need and it still applies)  Hear
from you soon?

KDB