“JUC-877. Convicted: Unauthorized temporal drift. Sentence: Permanent exile aboard the Mourning Star . Additional notes: Extremely dangerous. Do not engage in conversation.”
In the end, Kael made a choice. He jettisoned the reactor core—with Seven still pressed against it. As the core tumbled into the void, the shape hesitated. It turned, almost curious, and followed her down. juc-877
And he’d wonder if she was still drifting, still smiling that terrible smile, still keeping the door closed with her own quiet, impossible weight. “JUC-877
Kael grabbed Seven’s arm. “How do we stop it?” Additional notes: Extremely dangerous
He looked up. “What’s ‘temporal drift’?”
The Mourning Star lurched. Alarms blared. The shape was inside now—not in the corridors, but in the air , in the minds of the crew. Men and women began weeping, clawing at their ears, whispering in a language that had no vowels.