C. T. Glatte

Teetering on the lip of a hull breach, a small crew answers sirens with practiced hands. A mission that began with a whisper of retreat becomes a push toward a choice that could fracture their unit forever. In the claustrophobic minutes of a drifting repair bay, alliances are tested, lies surface like frost on a window, and one decision—stubborn, precise, human—will determine whether they live to reroute the beacon or vanish into the void.