The deck began to heat up. The metal casing glowed a dull orange. "Elias! Report!" Kael shouted, his voice distant.
As the Syndicate ships dropped out of warp, they didn't fire. They stopped, their lights flickering out one by one as the pulsing rhythm from the deck reached out to claim them. SS-Jul-018_s.7z
Elias hesitated. Pre-Collapse tech shouldn't know what a biological signature was. He pressed his thumb against the scanner. The glass felt unnaturally cold, a sharp sting piercing his skin as the deck sampled his DNA. The progress bar jumped to 100%. The deck began to heat up
"Subject SS-Jul-018," a voice spoke from off-camera. "Commencing the first transmission." Report
Describe the mentioned.
"Elias, we’re docking in twenty," Kael’s voice crackled over the comms. "The Syndicate scouts are already pinging the sector. If that file is just old navigation logs, we’re dead men walking for nothing."
Elias watched as the child on the screen smiled. The file closed. The deck died. And in the silence of the vacuum, the universe began to rewrite itself. If you'd like to continue this journey, I can: Write a focusing on what comes through the "bridge."