The corridors of the Aethelgard were a graveyard of twisted metal and silent horrors. The emergency lighting flickered a sickly, jaundiced yellow, casting long, erratic shadows. Gravity was localized and inconsistent, a side effect of being digested by a cosmic entity."The archive core is six decks down," Charon whispered, gliding across the rusted grating without making a sound. "Stay close to the bulkheads. The floor integrity is compromised."Jack led the formation, his void arm radiating a dim, golden glow that pushed back the suffocating darkness. Marcus guarded their flank, his massive shield at the ready, while Katherine covered their six, her sniper scope constantly scanning the gloom."Too quiet," Marcus grunted, his enhanced hearing straining against the eerie silence. "A ship this size, swalloewed whole by a cosmic horror? There should be scavengers. Parasites.""There are," Jack said softly, his debt-sight picking up faint, red threads of obligation
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