“Talia. How did you do that?”
As the combined vessels limped away from the neutron star’s pull, Voss’s voice came through, quiet and deliberate. the rookie talia
“Exactly,” Voss said, not looking up from his console. “In a gravity well that chaotic, your precious instruments are useless. Instinct is all that’s left. Move, Rookie.” “Talia
“ Skipper ? The rookie?” Captain Elara’s voice cracked over the comm. “No offense, but we need a tractor beam and a miracle.” “In a gravity well that chaotic, your precious
“Talia, you couldn’t dock with a docking bay if it hugged you first,” her gruff commander, Admiral Voss, had roared that morning.
So when the distress call crackled through—a civilian research vessel, the Odyssey , losing orbit around a collapsing neutron star—everyone expected Talia to be sidelined. Instead, Voss pointed a thick finger at her.
“You. You’re going.”