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The inside of the pod smelled of recycled sweat and old blood. The lights flickered, weak and orange. And there, strapped into a command chair that had been jury-rigged with a dozen different life-support tubes, was Jin Sol.
She keyed the ship’s intercom. “Mercer. Get to the bridge. Now.”
Elara felt the tears come, hot and silent. She didn’t wipe them away.
Elara knelt beside him. “Jin. We saw the Orion blow. We saw everything blow. How?”
Ccg 8.1.4 wasn’t a message. It was a ghost.
The inside of the pod smelled of recycled sweat and old blood. The lights flickered, weak and orange. And there, strapped into a command chair that had been jury-rigged with a dozen different life-support tubes, was Jin Sol.
She keyed the ship’s intercom. “Mercer. Get to the bridge. Now.” Ccg 8.1.4
Elara felt the tears come, hot and silent. She didn’t wipe them away. The inside of the pod smelled of recycled
Elara knelt beside him. “Jin. We saw the Orion blow. We saw everything blow. How?” weak and orange. And there
Ccg 8.1.4 wasn’t a message. It was a ghost.