Life inside the lawless bubble was strange. Days were measured not by the rising and setting of a sun, but by the slow, steady inward creep of the bubble's shimmering wall.
They were a tiny, lost nation of ships, floating in a private, chaotic universe, with a ticking clock hanging over their heads.
Their biggest problem, even more than the shrinking bubble, was their isolation. They were completely cut off from the rest of the god. The Weaver network, the galaxy's version of the internet, was a product of the very laws they were now hiding from.
They couldn't send messages, they couldn't receive news, they couldn't call for help. They were deaf, dumb, and blind.
This is where Carmella and the ghost of Jaxon Ryder came in. Their new job as the "Ministers of Communication and Intelligence" was the most important and the most impossible task in the fleet. They had to find a way to shout through a hurricane.
