The airship shuddered as the explosion ripped through its hull, sending shards of metal spiraling into the void of space. Lyra clutched the railing, her emerald-green jumpsuit shimmering under the red emergency lights. Her dark hair, tied in a tight braid, whipped across her face as alarms blared. She squinted through the smoke, her heart pounding like a drum.
"This wasn’t supposed to happen," she muttered, her voice barely audible over the chaos. She glanced at the glowing holo-map on her wrist, its lines flickering erratically. The route to the escape pods was clear, but time was vanishing faster than the oxygen in the room.
Two years ago, Lyra had been a mechanic on the mining colony of Erebus-7, fixing broken-down hovercrafts and dreaming of the stars. Now, she was aboard the *Celestial Marauder*, a high-tech ship designed for interstellar exploration. But this mission wasn’t about discovery—it was about survival.
The airship shuddered as the explosion ripped through its hull, sending shards of metal spiraling into the void of space. Lyra clutched the railing, her emerald-green jumpsuit shimmering under the red emergency lights. Her dark hair, tied in a tight braid, whipped across her face as alarms blared. She squinted through the smoke, her heart pounding like a drum.
The airship shuddered as the explosion ripped through its hull, sending shards of metal spiraling into the void of space. Lyra clutched the railing, her emerald-green jumpsuit shimmering under the red emergency lights. Her dark hair, tied in a tight braid, whipped across her face as alarms blared. She squinted through the smoke, her heart pounding like a drum.
The airship shuddered as the explosion ripped through its hull, sending shards of metal spiraling into the void of space. Lyra clutched the railing, her emerald-green jumpsuit shimmering under the red emergency lights. Her dark hair, tied in a tight braid, whipped across her face as alarms blared. She squinted through the smoke, her heart pounding like a drum.
The airship shuddered as the explosion ripped through its hull, sending shards of metal spiraling into the void of space. Lyra clutched the railing, her emerald-green jumpsuit shimmering under the red emergency lights. Her dark hair, tied in a tight braid, whipped across her face as alarms blared. She squinted through the smoke, her heart pounding like a drum.
The airship shuddered as the explosion ripped through its hull, sending shards of metal spiraling into the void of space. Lyra clutched the railing, her emerald-green jumpsuit shimmering under the red emergency lights. Her dark hair, tied in a tight braid, whipped across her face as alarms blared. She squinted through the smoke, her heart pounding like a drum.
"This wasn’t supposed to happen," she muttered, her voice barely audible over the chaos. She glanced at the glowing holo-map on her wrist, its lines flickering erratically. The route to the escape pods was clear, but time is vanishing faster than the oxygen in the room.
Two years ago, Lyra had been a mechanic on the mining colony of Erebus-7, fixing broken-down hovercrafts and dreaming of the stars. Now, she was aboard the *Celestial Marauder*, a high-tech ship designed for interstellar exploration. But this mission wasn’t about discovery—it was about survival.
"You’ll never make it," Captain Kael had said the day she signed up. His scarred face was grim, his voice heavy with warning. "The Outer Rim isn’t for dreamers. It’s for fighters."
Lyra hadn’t listened. She’d been too eager to prove herself, too desperate to escape the suffocating monotony of her old life. Now, as the ship listed dangerously to one side, she wished she’d paid more attention to his words.
"Left. Go left!" a voice shouted from behind her. Lyra spun around to see Zorin, the ship’s engineer, sprinting toward her. His silver uniform was singed, and a cut above his eyebrow dripped blood. "The pods are that way!"
Lyra nodded and followed him, her boots clanging against the metal floor. The ship groaned like a dying beast, its structural integrity failing with every passing second. They rounded a corner, only to find a collapsed beam blocking their path.
"Great," Zorin muttered, pulling a laser cutter from his belt. "Just great."
As he worked to clear the debris, Lyra’s mind wandered back to Erebus-7. She pictured the dusty streets, the endless rows of hovercrafts waiting for repair. She remembered the day she’d first seen the *Celestial Marauder*, its sleek hull gleaming under the twin suns. It had felt like destiny.
"Got it!" Zorin yelled, snapping her back to the present. He stepped aside, revealing a narrow opening. "Let’s move!"
They crawled through the gap, Lyra’s knees scraping against jagged metal. The escape pods were just ahead, their hatches glowing invitingly. But before they could reach them, the floor beneath them gave way, sending them tumbling into the cargo bay below.
Lyra landed hard, the breath knocked out of her. She looked up to see Zorin groaning beside her, his face pale. Above them, the ceiling groaned ominously, threatening to collapse.
"We’re not getting out of here, are we?" Zorin said, his voice trembling.
Lyra clenched her fists, her mind racing. She wasn’t ready to die—not here, not like this. She scanned the cargo bay, her eyes landing on a small, triangular device lying in the corner. It was a warp stabilizer, the kind used in emergency jumps.
"Get up," she said, pulling Zorin to his feet. "We’re not done yet."
She grabbed the stabilizer and rushed to the bay’s control panel, her fingers flying across the keys. The ship’s AI protested, its voice cold and mechanical.
"Warning: Warp destabilization detected. Initiating emergency protocols is not advised."
"Override," Lyra snapped, slamming her fist against the panel. "Override, damn it!"
The AI hesitated, then the cargo bay’s doors began to creak open. The vacuum of space pulled at them, threatening to suck them out, but Lyra held firm. She activated the stabilizer, its blue light pulsing in her hand.
"Hold onto me!" she yelled, wrapping her arms around Zorin.
There was a blinding flash, and then—
Silence.
Lyra opened her eyes to find herself floating in a vast, star-filled void. The *Celestial Marauder* was gone, replaced by a swirling vortex of light and color. She looked down at the stabilizer in her hand, its light now a steady green.
"Where are we?" Zorin asked, his voice awestruck.
Lyra didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. She knew they were somewhere far beyond the Outer Rim, somewhere no one had ever been. And somehow, she knew it was just the beginning.
As the vortex faded and the stars began to take shape around them, Lyra smiled. For the first time in her life, she felt free.
And she wasn’t going back.
The airship shuddered as the explosion ripped through its hull, sending shards of metal spiraling into the void of space. Lyra clutched the railing, her emerald-green jumpsuit shimmering under the red emergency lights. Her dark hair, tied in a tight braid, whipped across her face as alarms blared. She squinted through the smoke, her heart pounding like a drum.
"This wasn’t supposed to happen," she muttered, her voice barely audible over the chaos. She glanced at the glowing holo-map on her wrist, its lines flickering erratically. The route to the escape pods is clear, but time is vanishing faster than the oxygen in the room.
Two years ago, Lyra had been a mechanic on the mining colony of Erebus-7, fixing broken-down hovercrafts and dreaming of the stars. Now, she was aboard the *Celestial Marauder*, a high-tech ship designed for interstellar exploration. But this mission wasn’t about discovery—it was about survival.
The airship shuddered as the explosion ripped through its hull, sending shards of metal spiraling into the void of space. Lyra clutched the railing, her emerald-green jumpsuit shimmering under the red emergency lights. Her dark hair, tied in a tight braid, whipped across her face as alarms blared. She squinted through the smoke, her heart pounding like a drum.
The airship shuddered as the explosion ripped through its hull, sending shards of metal spiraling into the void of space. Lyra clutched the railing, her emerald-green jumpsuit shimmering under the red emergency lights. Her dark hair, tied in a tight braid, whipped across her face as alarms blared. She squinted through the smoke, her heart pounding like a drum.
The airship shuddered as the explosion ripped through its hull, sending shards of metal spiraling into the void of space. Lyra clutched the railing, her emerald-green jumpsuit shimmering under the red emergency lights. Her dark hair, tied in a tight braid, whipped across her face as alarms blared. She squinted through the smoke, her heart pounding like a drum.
The airship shuddered as the explosion ripped through its hull, sending shards of metal spiraling into the void of space. Lyra clutched the railing, her emerald-green jumpsuit shimmering under the red emergency lights. Her dark hair, tied in a tight braid, whipped across her face as alarms blared. She squinted through the smoke, her heart pounding like a drum.
The airship shuddered as the explosion ripped through its hull, sending shards of metal spiraling into the void of space. Lyra clutched the railing, her emerald-green jumpsuit shimmering under the red emergency lights. Her dark hair, tied in a tight braid, whipped across her face as alarms blared. She squinted through the smoke, her heart pounding like a drum.
"This wasn’t supposed to happen," she muttered, her voice barely audible over the chaos. She glanced at the glowing holo-map on her wrist, its lines flickering erratically. The route to the escape pods is clear, but time is vanishing faster than the oxygen in the room.
Two years ago, Lyra had been a mechanic on the mining colony of Erebus-7, fixing broken-down hovercrafts and dreaming of the stars. Now, she was aboard the *Celestial Marauder*, a high-tech ship designed for interstellar exploration. But this mission wasn’t about discovery—it was about survival.
"You’ll never make it," Captain Kael had said the day she signed up. His scarred face was grim, his voice heavy with warning. "The Outer Rim isn’t for dreamers. It’s for fighters."
Lyra hadn’t listened. She’d been too eager to prove herself, too desperate to escape the suffocating monotony of her old life. Now, as the ship listed dangerously to one side, she wished she’d paid more attention to his words.
"Left. Go left!" a voice shouted from behind her. Lyra spun around to see Zorin, the ship’s engineer, sprinting toward her. His silver uniform was singed, and a cut above his eyebrow dripped blood. "The pods are that way!"
Lyra nodded and followed him, her boots clanging against the metal floor. The ship groaned like a dying beast, its structural integrity failing with every passing second. They rounded a corner, only to find a collapsed beam blocking their path.
"Great," Zorin muttered, pulling a laser cutter from his belt. "Just great."
As he worked to clear the debris, Lyra’s mind wandered back to Erebus-7. She pictured the dusty streets, the endless rows of hovercrafts waiting for repair. She remembered the day she’d first seen the *Celestial Marauder*, its sleek hull gleaming under the twin suns. It had felt like destiny.
"Got it!" Zorin yelled,
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