Voyager Course: Oblivion Novels & Stories

She bought a lot from her products and returned to the car after a few more talks. "Hey, let's go... We might have to eat on the way so I bought a lot.", She said refusing to look at him. " Who is she?", Clayton gave the vendor a last look and saw her staring at him back. "Uhh... Just someone dear to me. I have this feeling I won't be coming back here anytime soon so I thought I should at least say goodbye." Clayton drove and never looked at her back. What now? Is he mad?

The "Eraser Wave" was no longer a theoretical threat. At the edge of the heliosphere, the Voyager probes—humanity’s oldest messengers—had simply ceased to exist. They didn't break; they were un-calculated. The telemetry didn't show an impact; it showed a return to zero-state. "We have eighteen hours before the wave hits the lunar orbit," Elara reported, her face pale under the flickering lights of the Spire. "The Aegis we built in Chapter 80 won't hold. That was a shield against heat. This is a shield against Non-Existence."

Report: Quinn The Mojave Desert. United States of America. Crash site of an Axion warship. Designation: "Project Terminus" Six-hundred meters. Five-hundred. Four. Three. Two. One. A jarring impact and a flash of sensors, the crackle of my comms. My HUD booted up with a hum. I frowned. After experiencing the Spartan's intuitive display, my command capsule no longer felt as impressive. This Valkyrie would have to suffice.

Liora was bombarded with fragments of final thoughts—a name, a face, a prayer, a curse. Finally, they reached it. The centre. It was a massive, shallow crater, perfectly smooth and filled with fine, black ash. There was nothing there. No marker, no debris. It was the blankest, most empty place Liora had ever seen. It was the visual representation of the Oblivion they fought. But the memory wasn't gone. It was here, pressing in from all sides, so powerful that it had created a void. This is it, Corin whispered, his voice full of awe and terror. The epicentre. The moment of severing. You have to be careful, Scribe. This memory... it could break you.

"The engineers who built my father's invisible digital scaffolding are officially blind. Victor! Confirm the status of the vessel." "The Apapa Star is holding her position, boss," Victor called out from the auxiliary terminal, his fingers flying across his keyboard as he monitored the maritime navigation tracking. "The automated navigation script didn't trigger the self-destruct. The master override block caught the smart contract before the local servers could wipe the data payload. The ship is still steaming toward our private Brooklyn pier but we have a live anomaly on the console."

] The ship’s engines groaned, the blue light fading as the navigation computer went into a Infinite Loop. "He’s killing the transport!" Caleb’s voice came through the comms. "Without those coordinates, the Sub-Directory path to Greenland will be a one-way trip into a Null Void!" Xander didn't wait for a command. He launched himself across the hangar, his silver blade catching the violet light of the fork. The clash of steel and resonance sent a shockwave through the cavern that shattered the overhead lights. "Sereia! Restore the map!" Xander roared as he traded blows with the old wolf.

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Then, the world went white. A massive, blinding column of orange and red fire erupted into the night sky, tearing the darkness apart. The scuttle switch had been thrown. The explosion was so powerful it created a shockwave that slammed into my small escape pod, sending it spinning wildly through the waves. The entire horizon burned with a terrible, beautiful light, lighting up the gray storm like a dying sun. The Sovereign was gone. The masterpieces were gone. And Julian Vane was swallowed by the fire and the sea.

"The sky is ours." I closed my eyes, letting the terrifying speed of the Vanguard carry me back to the Jagged Coast. The Tide wasn't dead. You cannot kill the ocean. But it was trapped beneath a mile of solid obsidian, stripped of its engine, and terrified of the light. The board was finally set, and the surface had won.

I waved her goodbye. "Thank you." Bella said. "Anytime, future sister in law." I grinned. We walked to our first class, and this is how Senior year started off, with mild drama. I really hate bullies. Now I just need a way to get that troll away from Matt.