He dragged it closed behind him and then turned to look at me, but if he’d heard anything in my voice or gotten any spike readings off my suit, he didn’t say; after a moment, he turned back to the wall and made his way along to the master panel. I dialed my light up some ...
“I greet you and I challenge you, predecessor, for command and for the Fleet!” You imagine, in the dark, Petros starting his count, down from two hundred. You start yours. “Do you?” says the Empress. She sounds infinitely gentle, kind and a little sad, like she’s seen a dozen...