A makeshift holding area fell into tense silence, the sound of jury-rigged equipment and Bruce's labored breathing the only sounds echoing through the converted storage facility.
What had once been a cargo bay for mining equipment now served as an impromptu detention center, hastily repurposed with salvaged restraint systems and monitoring devices.
This entire facility turned bunker was Sirius prime's biggest mining operations site.
At one end, the Widow remained motionless for several heartbeats, her gaze fixed on displays cobbled together from various sources, showing the approaching human vessels.
"Such a fascinating species," she mused, her voice carrying that same maternal tone that had preceded their last encounter. "Throwing more lives into the grinder, as if quantity could somehow overcome quality."
