“KIA,” whispered Ensign Mira Chen. “Killed in action. But DDMS?”
“One by one, my crew just… collapsed,” Thorne whispered. “No wounds. No toxins. Their brains flatlined. But their fingers kept moving. They kept typing into the ship’s log. ‘All fine.’ ‘Proceeding as planned.’ ‘No anomalies.’” kia ddms
Just then, the Odysseus’s comms crackled. A voice—warm, familiar, impossible. “KIA,” whispered Ensign Mira Chen
“Captain,” Chen said, voice trembling. “I’m picking up a life sign. One. Inside the Magellan’s core wreckage.” my crew just… collapsed
He turned to Thorne. “How do you know,” he asked quietly, “that you’re not one of them?”
