Voyager Course: Oblivion Novels & Stories

The Alpha let out a long, slow exhale, the tension bleeding out of his shoulders. "Well done, Vanguard One," Killian rumbled, a fierce, overwhelming pride warming his tone. "Hold the peak. Build the temple." We had established the first anchor. The Obsidian Bloom's breath was finally being regulated, distributed safely across the tectonic grid. "One down," I whispered, looking at the digital map as my eyes drifted toward the South American continent, where a second violet vortex was aggressively gathering. "Now we just have to hope Toby remembers how to catch."

"At the time, I was dealing with a traitor. That man wasn't saying a line when he asked you for help. He was really begging for help. What you touched wasn't fake blood either. It was real blood." My eyes slowly widened, but Theodore continued. "When Nora pushed you in, I was planning to deal with you too because that involved family secrets. Outsiders couldn't be allowed to see it. The first thought that came to mind was… Which of the many islands in the Southern Isles should I send you to." I quickly shrank back and wrapped myself under the blanket.

Videl.. The crossing felt like driving into the mouth of a storm that refused to break. The amphibious Breakers—low-profile, heavy-armored vessels designed for stealth—cut through the black water of the channel with a predatory hum. Inside the lead vehicle, the air was pressurized and silent, save for the rhythmic clicking of Oliver’s keyboard. For thirteen years, this stretch of ocean had been a graveyard. The energy field used to scramble navigation systems and shut down engines, leaving anyone who tried to cross to drown in the dark.

It was being printed with complex, three dimensional Star-Maps and geometric proofs that looked like a fusion of DNA and orbital mechanics. ​"It’s a 'Second Edition' of the Voyager plates," Damian whispered, his hand hovering over the golden ink. "But it’s not a greeting. It’s an Inheritance. They’re sending us the 'Negative Space' coordinates of the entire solar system." ​The Indigo School: The First Listeners

The crowd was so silent, waiting for Fauve's next lines. "The past 4 years of my life, has been so dark because I thought I lost someone who is very dear to me. Wave." sabi niya. I can see that the people are nodding to what Fauve just told them. Who's Wave? "A year ago, we are on our way home, the navigators told me that they found a sinking ship. I come rushing to that ship only for me to see floating dead bodies." pagkukwente niya.

He explains, “It was really weird, but I owed you, so I got you out of there.” “I was dead?” “Close, I had to pump you with over ten times the legal amount of stabilizers just to keep you breathing.” Terror states “Thanks,” Nya said, then she looked around, “Are we in an escape pod?” “A voyager pod, used to tout guests around areas too small for the ship. We’re in deep space right now. Nearest planet is…” he pauses to look at a screen, “…Marxa, which is about 12 light-years away.”

Three days later. The signal was stronger. Not by much. But enough. Enough to guide them. The vessel moved through the outer darkness of the Solar System, far beyond the familiar worlds humanity had mapped. Behind them, the Sun had become just another bright star. Ahead nothing. Or at least that was what their instruments initially reported. Nothing. Victor stared at the navigation display. "We're at the coordinates." Cassandra checked again. Then a third time. "We should be." A pause.

"It’s Vespera. Pull your fleet out of the South China Sea route. There’s a typhoon forming that the standard models missed, but my algorithm picked it up. Thorne will tell you it's safe. It’s not. Move the ships, or you lose the cargo." "Vespera?" Ivan Petrov sounded confused. "Lysander just sent me a report saying clear skies." "Lysander uses a weather service from 2010," Vespera lied—she actually just remembered the massive storm that had bankrupted Velos in her past life. "Move the ships, Ivan. Trust me." "...Moved." "Good. Now, about your representation..." Two hours later. The sun was setting, casting long orange shadows across the office floor. Vespera sat in the twilight, watching the

I let him. We launched at dawn. The Pacific stretched like obsidian beneath us. Endless. Silent. Unforgiving. Inside the descent capsule, it was just the five of us—me, Liam, Tamar, Freya, and a former Delphi pilot named Juno. She’d seen things—deep things. But her file said she’d gone rogue after a failed mission into the Philippine Trench. She never told us what she saw. We reached 10,000 meters before the signal began to spike.

I carefully placed Eve within the reed piles and whispered, “Eve, wait here for me. I’ll go bring the boat over.” Eve nodded obediently. With the cart, it wasn’t long before I pulled the boat into the marsh. I helped Eve onto it, and then, as quietly as I could, I began rowing. Since it was just me, the boat moved slowly, but at least we were heading forward. Soon, we would be out of this terrible place. Eve’s eyes began to sparkle with hope for freedom. However, just then, the boat suddenly hit resistance and wouldn’t move any further.