Novel & Cerita Starsector Distress Call

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

Boards clatter to stormglass with hollow, ringing echoes that vibrate up my legs. Eyes wide, breaths fogging in the sudden chill. One kid whispers, voice trembling, “Professor Tsatoke… the sky… it smells wrong.” I dismiss class with a wave—voice steady, but my heart hammering loud in my ears, blood rushing hot. “Class over. Report to dorms. Now.” They scatter, footsteps frantic on the glass. The full system alert blares—urgent, the tone piercing like a knife in my skull. *Emergency Quest Activated: Void Breach – Extraterrestrial Entity Approaching.*

I didn't care about the structural failure of the facility. "Kael," I hissed at the speakers. "We need the thrusters. Now." Silence. The Shared Heat in my marrow—the biological tether I’d relied on since the Ruins—was a cold, hollow cavity. I pressed my palm to the console, searching for the "Ghost/Admin" frequency. "Blackwood! Don't you dare go quiet on me now!" The terminal groaned. The silver floor beneath my boots vibrated with a low, tectonic hum.

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.

“From what I heard you handled yourself well. I am pleased to have you aboard...What does she want?” Elphame and Nerea rushed over to the trio. A piece of paper rattled in Elphames hand, “Assemble your crew Captain, we just received a priority one distress call.” She turned to Warren, “I'm sorry but your training will have to be on site.” Grace ignored Warren's shocked expression, “What are we up against?” “The briefing starts in five minutes and we'll discuss it then.”

It was a tangle of limbs and salt, the physical hangover of their struggle manifesting in the shaking of their muscles and the stinging of their skin. Kaelor didn't stop until they were both spent, his body collapsing onto Aradaa’s with a literal, crushing weight. They lay there as the sirens began to wail outside, the only sound in the room the slow, steady drip of jasmine sap and their own ragged breathing. "The signal..." Aradaa whispered, his voice finally human again. "It’s not an invitation, Kaelor. It’s a recall." "What do you mean, a recall?" Kaelor demanded, pulling his trousers back on as the tactical room's alerts turned a violent, flashing red.