Chapter 11
- Xander Jade
- 2 days ago
- 5 min read
The Specter's conference alcove reeked of burned insulation and ozone, a byproduct of the emergency patchwork that had kept the ship alive during their escape. Panels hung at odd angles. Someone had jury-rigged a power feed directly to the holotable, which flickered and bled static onto the walls. Every few minutes, a spark would pop from the damaged comm relay above the door, stinging the air and making everyone flinch.
