Kaelen’s fingers flew across the nav computer. “Course plotted. But Captain… the gravity curve isn’t stable. It’s… breathing .”
Then they saw it.
Before Rina could ask what that meant, the singularity pulsed. ums512 1h10 natv
It wasn’t a glowing orb or a swirling maelstrom. It was a hole —a perfect sphere of absolute black, rimmed by a thin, furious ring of blue-shifted light. It looked like an eye. An eye that was watching them. Kaelen’s fingers flew across the nav computer
The Perpetual Wake was a graveyard of failed FTL jumps, a nebula of shredded spacetime where the laws of physics went to die. As the UMS512 limped into the nav point’s vicinity, the stars stretched into pale smears. The ship groaned. rimmed by a thin