The Bastion Alliance fleet was being unmade. It was a slow, quiet, and deeply terrifying process.
Ships were not exploding in fireballs; they were simply ceasing to function, their systems failing, their hulls bending like soft plastic, their crews floating in zero gravity as the laws of physics took a coffee break around them.
Regent Vorlag's attack was a silent, creeping wave of pure, weaponized order, and there was nothing they could do to stop it.
On the bridge of the Odyssey, the mood was desperate. They had made their stand, a grand, rebellious gesture for love. Now, they were about to be erased for it.
"Shields are offline!" Scarlett yelled, her hands flying over a dead console. "Weapons are useless! I can't even get the engines to respond!"
"It's rewriting everything," Zara said, her voice a mixture of terror and fascinated horror. She was watching the energy readings, which were fluctuating in ways that should have been impossible.
