Novel & Cerita Starsector Distress Call

"Get a strike team to the Redgrave ruins immediately. I want whoever planted that mirror program brought to me alive." "Yes, Alpha!" Callum bows quickly, turning to execute the order. Before I can step away from the console, the heavy communication comm on Alaric's desk lights up, flashing a bright, ominous purple light. A cold, aristocratic voice echoes over the speaker, filling the quiet bridge.

Of Evan calling my name across rooms I couldn’t reach. I woke up gasping more than once. Healing, I was learning, wasn’t quiet. It was messy. --- On the fifth day, I turned my phone back on. Dozens of notifications flooded in. I ignored most of them. One name made my heart stutter. Evan. Not messages. Missed calls. Then a voicemail. I hesitated before pressing play. “Liana,” his voice said, low and strained. “I know you asked for space. I’m calling because… something’s wrong. Really wrong. Marcus—he’s been moving behind the scenes. Pressuring clients. Leaking things. I think he’s setting me up.”

He was staring at a board that was infinitely larger, and infinitely more terrifying. "The distress beacon was a hyper-compressed quantum burst," Kara (Jinx) explained, her fingers flying across the terminal. She hadn't slept in over forty hours. Empty cans of synthetic caffeine littered the obsidian floor around her station. "It bypassed our local jammers entirely. It didn't just broadcast a general SOS. It sent a complete telemetry package. Our combat tactics, our weapon loadouts, the Juggernaut armor's schematics, and the exact coordinates of this room." "Who received it?" Ren asked, his voice a low, dangerous rasp.

“Hello, this is Master Alex of Planet S610, Please report, who you are, why you are this far out and any intel you have on the other ship. “Is this line secure” “Yes”

Sector 4 – Core Subgrid 7 08:34 system time. Alerts flood the command board: • Vent loop misaligned • Light cascade strobing irregularly • Acoustic echo tripling • Drone stutters across threshold path Technicians issue reboots. Nothing holds. Environmental distress pings rising across internal diagnostics. Lucan shouts to the engineer: “What changed?!” “Nothing we didn’t touch it!” Cassian enters the chamber. Scans the logs. Silent.

"Base, this is Level Three. Report status." Static answered her. "Base, respond immediately." More static. Marcus cursed creatively in what sounded like ancient Romanian. "Communications are down. That means its a coordinated attack." Could it really be? Had Calla somehow managed to organize a rescue mission? The mate bond hummed faintly in my chest, and for the first time in days, it carried something other than pain. It carried hope. But I couldn't let them know I understood what was happening. I had to maintain the feral act until the moment came to drop it.

Eric reached me in a second looking ready to take on anything, his eyes scanned the room for any assailants. He looked down and a grimace crossed his face at the sight of me, covered in blood and kneeling down with my hands over Sean’s bloodied neck. My body was running on pure adrenaline. “Get an ambulance! Hurry!” I say and he ends the call with whoever was on the other line.

he suddenly stopped what he was doing and pray. "Staff Captain Nathaniel! Staff Captain!" one of the Engine Cadets approached him worriedly. "Why, is there a problem?" he asked. "There is some technical problem in Cruise Engine's Room Captain. We can't locate Chief Engineer Luke either," the Engine Cadet informed him. Staff Captain Nathaniel needs to report it immediately to their Captain Master Jessel. He used his hand-held radio, it is the portable VHF and UHF marine radios they used for internal communications. "Captain Jessel, we have an urgent concern at the Engine Room and Chief Engineer Luke can't be located as well," he reported to their Master while coordinating with the other Engin

before its get out of hand I gave the box one more look before sleeping off...... * * * * I felt a soft hand rubbing my face. I opened my eye slowly and see june staring at me " hey good morning sleepy head" she smiled I rubbed my eye lid sitting properly on the couch. " June please call the others " I said " Even a good morning will do" she hissed " we need to leave here June its not save " I frowned " why " she replied " just fucking call the others " I yelled

Honolulu—Pearl Harbor remnants swallowed. London—Thames choked. Casualties scrolling too fast to read—millions already. My crown flares hot—violet lightning crackling around my fists, scorching the marble floor. The system screams alerts in my HUD, red text blazing. *Global Quest Activated: Defend Terra Prime* *Threat Level: Planetary Invasion* *Failure Condition: Swarm Consumption > fifty percent Biomass* *Reward: Planetary Survival Buff (Unknown)* Remy’s hand finds my shoulder—steady, grounding, coyote-gold flickering in his eyes.