A lone carrier, the Corsica travels with but a remnant of it's task force through the Dragon's throat. Few who dare to enter that ancient pass are seen or heard from again. The way is fraught with peril. Visibility is low, uncharted gravity wells dot the way, unpredictable storms of charged gasses and plasma are but a few of the dangers that await those foolish enough to attempt passage. The path lies riddled with the burned and broken hulks of countless ship wrecks, their missions, their cargo, their very names long since forgotten through the many millennia since the path fell from use. What madness has driven the Corsica's Commander here? What terror could have made this grave a better alternative? Perhaps it is none of these. Perhaps there is a quest of such importance that it is worth the risk of nearly certain failure.
This was my submission to CG Boost's "Space Carrier" challenge.