As the Avi dipped into the shadow of the station, the stars vanished. The silence was absolute until a metallic thud echoed through the hull. Something hadn't just hit them—it had latched on. "Nita," Pip’s voice dropped an octave, "We aren't alone."
Most scavengers avoided the Reach, fearing the "ghost storms" that swallowed ships whole, but Nita had a debt to pay. The Syndicate didn't care about ghosts; they cared about the rare-earth magnets rumored to be buried in the wreckage of the orbital stations. Nita ( SS ) avi
The Avi groaned under the weight of an unseen passenger, and Nita realized with a jolt of adrenaline that the stories about the Reach weren't just legends. The ghosts weren't spirits; they were something much older, and they had been waiting for a ride out. As the Avi dipped into the shadow of
"Approaching the debris field," her AI, a dry-voiced unit named Pip, crackled over the comms. "I suggest we don't linger. The magnetic flux is spiking." "Nita," Pip’s voice dropped an octave, "We aren't alone