Voyager Course: Oblivion Novels & Stories

​The return from the Oort Horizon was a journey through a solar system that felt fundamentally altered. The "Static of the Edge" had vanished, replaced by a profound, ringing clarity. As the Respiration glided past the Jovian moons and the Martian "Red Bloom," the crew could feel the weight of their final victory. The last ghost of the Old Guard—the Matriarch who had mistaken preservation for life—had been laid to rest.

Ivy helped Noa climb in while Alessio and Luca covered the rear. And just as they lifted off The vessel exploded. A chain reaction of failed power cells lit the sea on fire below them, sending molten fragments raining across the waves. Noa collapsed against Ivy, eyes wide. “It’s done,” he whispered. But Ivy didn’t look convinced. And neither did Alessio. Because out in the smoke Floating A single black box rose to the surface. Slick with oil. Beeping. And transmitting. Ivy’s screen blinked to life. Phase Eight: Inheritance Sequence Initiated.

I looked at the emergency consoles, the ship’s systems flashing in a dying dance of red and yellow. "We don't need the ship," I said. "We need blood." I walked over to the console, bypassed the locks, and initiated the self-destruct for the Voyager. "We leave them nothing but ashes," I said, turning to him. The sirens reached a crescendo. The hull began to scream as the structural integrity failed. "Where’s Vane?" I asked. Cane looked toward the lower decks. "He’s gone to find Gideon. He didn't wait." "Good," I said.

"It’s coming from the Gorge of Silences, the canyon that used to be the entrance to the Crystal Valley." We prepared a specialized "Sub-Orb"—a spherical vessel made of reinforced obsidian and pressurized quartz, powered by the combined resonance of the pack. The team was the core of our new world: myself, Félix, Nathaniel, and the twins. Lyra and Caelum were essential; their connection to the "Wild" was the only thing that could navigate the unpredictable currents of the Abyss. As the Orb descended through the emerald light of the Heart-Tree’s dome and into the dark, crushing weight of the open sea, the scale of the disaster became clear. We drifted past the drowned peaks of the North, the a

I reply. “Yeah, you need to get it together chica.” Lani says looking at Ashe like she’s nuts. “Seriously doubt she even cares dude.” Lizzie comments. A few minutes later and Ashe has FINALLY calmed down from her episode of offending the Moon Goddess and we are back on our way to the island. Kita has mentioned that Calypso and her pod sisters are following along side us, probably making sure we stay the course. The fog has since lifted, which I think was the siren’s doing to be honest with you. Nighttime comes and with it a multitude of stars blanket the sky, something that you don’t get to see in the city.

Marcus’s voice rasped over the open channel, thick with blood and finality, "neither can you." The veteran guardian wasn't aiming for the Continuity. He was aiming the Vesper—and its experimental Thorne-drive—directly at the violet beam. "Marcus, no!" Julian screamed. But it was too late. The ship hit the base of the energy pillar, and the world disappeared into a blinding, silent flash of white.

I vowed. I watched her walk toward the flight deck, her head held high, the Valkyrie guards falling in line behind her like a shadow. My heart was thumping against my ribs, a rhythmic reminder of the stakes. I had spent years thinking that power was about holding the leash. I was beginning to realize that true power was being the one the leash was attached to. “Boss, the gray boat just changed course,” Mateo shouted. “They’re heading for a private cove in the Hebrides. There’s an old submarine pen there from the Cold War. If they get inside that rock, we lose the satellite feed.”

The deterioration ceased. On the tea table behind them sat the military terminal recovered from Siberia. Motherboard long burned. Dead. Yet now flickering with ghostly white light. Startup bypassed. Blood-red English appeared across the center: “He looks exactly like me when he loses control.” Coordinates pulsed quietly in the lower-left corner: Seven thousand meters beneath the ocean. The Mother.

I saw a family that had finally stopped waiting for the end of the world. Vespera was waiting at the base of the ramp, her golden spear driven into the stone. She didn't bow, but she touched her forehead in the Vanguard’s sign of ultimate respect. "The scouts have retreated to the Oort cloud," she reported, her voice carrying over the fading howls. "They saw the Command Vessel fall. For now, curiosity has been replaced by caution. You’ve bought us a window of peace, Elena." "A 'Glass Peace,'" I replied, looking up at the sky where the debris of the Hunger still glittered like jewels. "Beautiful, but easily shattered."

And on its hull, in glowing purple letters, was a word that made Cole’s blood run cold. OBLIVION. The lead figure smiled. “This is just the beginning,” he said. “The rest of the fleet is on its way. In three days, this world will be erased. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” He turned and walked toward the ship, the other primal warriors following him. They boarded the ship, and it began to rise into the sky, heading back toward the door. As it passed through, the door began to close, but not before the figure turned and looked down at Cole one last time.