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The Resolute had no weapons. It had not needed weapons for eighty years. The Corsair ’s first lance shot sheared through the Resolute ’s forward sensor array. The second hit the main reactor housing. The lights went blood-red. Alarms screamed in twelve different frequencies of panic.

The second secret came when the Corsair found them. xenia canar

Her father touched the small, brass-plated algorithm charm around his neck—a relic from before the Fall. "Then stop trying to save us. Start trying to understand." The Resolute had no weapons

And she realized: the ship wasn't jealous. It was addicted to entropy. The second hit the main reactor housing

The cycle was as predictable as orbital decay. At fourteen, she rebuilt the portside maneuvering thruster from scrap. Two days later, the starboard airlock spontaneously decompressed, sucking the chief engineer into the void. At sixteen, she wrote a patch for the navigation array that cut through the radiation interference of the Centauri rings. Within a week, the ship’s water recycler began outputting a thin, acidic brine. Her father, the navigation priest, was the one who found her crying in the crawlspace, surrounded by schematics.