The vibrations of the ship’s hull were soft
The vibrations of the ship’s hull were soft, almost soothing, as Lieutenant Sienna Voss stumbled onto the dimly lit bridge, sweat rolling down her temples. Outside the reinforced glass, the stars hung in eternal stillness, unmoved by the chaos within. Beyond the artificial hum of the ship’s systems, there was silence—a crushing vacuum of unforgiving vastness.
"Turn it off!" her voice cracked as she lunged toward the terminal, a bloodstained wrench still clutched in her trembling hand.
Across the control console, Commander Elias Dharan stared at her with grim determination, his deep-set eyes burning like dying suns.
“We can’t stop it now, Sienna,” he growled, beads of sweat pooling at his collar. “If the Artificial Gravity Generator fails, this entire station is as good as driftwood! Do you realize what’s at—”
A sudden lurch threw both of them against the cold steel walls. Sienna slammed against a console, gasping as alarms shrieked to life across the bridge. Warning lights flickered violently, painting the room in alternating strobes of red and shadow.
The AGG’s low thrumming—once a comforting rhythm—had escalated into a deep, erratic groan.
“It’s destabilizing!” Sienna shouted above the noise, gripping the console to keep herself upright. Her brown flight jacket—streaked with grease and crimson—was a far cry from its originally pristine cream and gold Earth Fleet-issue uniform. "Elias, this isn’t just a malfunction. It’s—"
“Sabotage.” He finished the sentence coldly.
For a moment, they both froze, locked in an unspoken agreement. The sterile hum of the station’s gravity stabilizers beneath their feet wavered like a gasping breath, and Sienna could feel the eerie weightlessness encroaching—the pull of gravity’s simulated touch fading.
"Your team," Elias muttered grimly. "They were handling maintenance on Deck 7. Who’s the defector?"
Sienna’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing as if the word itself were a blade. "You think I did this? My team? Don’t be absurd–we’ve been keeping this Frankenstein's monster afloat for six months with nothing but duct tape and desperation!"
But the slight waver in her voice betrayed her. Her mind flashed back to moments she couldn’t reconcile—the missing parts, the flickering hesitation in Ensign Orla’s body language, the oddities creeping into the AGG’s power readouts.
Elias moved closer, towering over her, his angular face unreadable. "Then start talking. Because if this thing collapses, zero-G till exile will be the least of your worries."
Sienna’s voice faltered. “Elias, it’s…” Her eyes darted toward the corridor she’d stormed through moments earlier—the dark path that led back to Deck 7. She could still hear Orla’s choked words: *“You’ll thank me someday. We don’t belong here. None of us do.”* The bloody streaks on the wrench in her hand seemed to glow in the crimson light.
“We can fix this together,” she muttered under her breath, more to herself than anyone else. With an unsettling resolve, Sienna stalked toward the nearest maintenance hatch. "I need to get back to Engineering. And you”—she jabbed a defiant finger in Elias’s direction—“better hope my loyalty outweighs your constant suspicion."
Then the sound came—a deep, resonant crack that made the ship shudder. For a second, her boots began to lift slightly off the floor before the AGG roared back to life, gravity slamming her weight against the decking.
But it wasn’t just gravity shifting.
The stars outside—once still—had started *moving*.
Memories That Never Let Go
Deck 7 wasn’t made for lingering. The walls bore the scars of a hundred rushed repairs—patch jobs necessitated by the Enceladus Quake, the Martian Dust Crisis, and conscripts with shaky welding hands. Sienna ducked through the low corridors, every step echoing a lifetime’s worth of regret.
Six months aboard the *Solace* hadn’t just given Sienna time. It had taken it away. She remembered the dusty wind of Earth—her mother's obsession with sunsets that painted golden streaks across the spinward Pacific. She also remembered why she’d left.
War. Earth’s dwindling resources. Lies packed thick as the ash-laced clouds choking the planet.
And now, here she was. Drifting between the stars on a ship perpetually on the verge of breaking apart, attempting to prevent the breakdown of the only technology tethering humanity to gravity—and she wasn’t even sure if what she was fighting for was worth saving.
“I didn’t mean for it to end like this,” she whispered as she descended the final maintenance ladder into the AGG core chamber.
Orla was waiting.
An Impossible Equation
The chamber was bathed in brilliant white light, humming with energy that seemed alive—so bright and pulsing that shadows danced like specters from the machinery. In the center, the AGG glowed, its copper rings spinning slower than they should. Sienna knew this machine well; she’d sweated and bled trying to keep its fragile AI systems operational. But now, it looked... wrong. A lattice of unauthorized code burned across its interface.
And Orla stood before it, her eyes dark but steady, the soft lavender of her jumpsuit like a bruise against the stark background.
"You came," Orla said softly, her voice both weary and resolute. "I didn’t think you would."
Sienna's grip tightened on the wrench. “Undo it. Right. Now.”
Orla turned to face her fully, the AGG's glow casting sharp shadows across her gaunt features. Her lips curled into a defeated smile. "You always thought gravity was saving us, didn’t you? But it’s just keeping us on a leash.”
“Sabotaging the system isn’t the answer!”
"No," Orla whispered, stepping closer to the machine. "Leaving is the answer. And gravity keeps us bound. Bound to Earth. To rules that never served us. I’m unbinding us, Sienna." Her hands hovered over the AGG’s core interface. “It’s time to float free.”
*Choice.* It screamed like static in Sienna’s mind. Elias’s demands. Orla’s rebellion. The ship’s creaking skeleton groaning louder now—the machine grinding against the vacuum’s laws.
And humanity's last hope trembling under her fingertips.
One second to decide.
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