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She looked down the long, amber-lit corridor, trying to visualize the ship's sprawling schematics in her head.
"The bridge," Elara said, the idea forming rapidly. "Sterling installed a secondary, analog distress beacon on the command deck. It’s hardwired to the external comms array, completely isolated from the main internal network. If we can reach it, we can broadcast a narrowband SOS to the mining colonies in the outer belt."
Dante let out a bitter, exhausted laugh that turned into a wet cough. "The bridge is twenty decks up, Elara. Through dead zones, locked bulkheads, and zero-G shafts. I barely survived opening a single door."
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