The bridge of the Solomon held its breath.

  Only the steady cry of the combat alarm broke the silence. The expected impact never came.

  Some officers exhaled in disbelief; others simply froze, waiting for the blow that refused to fall.

  Commander Soren’s voice cut through the stillness. “Report. What’s happening?”

  “The Gate Ships have powered down their weapons, sir,” a deck officer said, turning in his seat. “They’re… holding position.”

  A ripple of confusion spread across the bridge.

  Lyssandra’s pulse quickened. Her theory — impossible as it sounded — might have worked.

  “Doctor, did it work?” she asked, hope lacing her tone.

  Dr. Ilya Merin looked up, her face lit by the pale glow of her console.

  “Yes,” she said, almost whispering. “The signal’s been decrypted. Displaying now.”

  A few quick taps — and a line of stark white text unfurled across the bridge’s main holo-display:

  – Anyone still active? –

  Lyssandra’s breath caught. “It worked…” Her voice trembled with awe.

  Kael leaned closer, astonished. “How’d you know?”

  “I remembered visiting this ship with Grandfather,” she said, almost breathless. “He used to joke about ‘locking the comms so no one could bother him.’ He always mentioned having to ‘allow chat’ again afterward. I thought it was a figure of speech.”

  Captain Maeric gave a soft laugh. “He told me the same thing — over drinks once. Didn’t think he meant it literally.”

  Soren’s eyes swept the deck, stopping on one officer who hadn’t relaxed. “Sergeant Corin, you still seem uneasy?”

  The security officer straightened, hand brushing the back of his neck. “Apologies, Commander. Just… processing all this.”

  Soren nodded. “Understandable. None of us expected a greeting.”

  He turned toward engineering. “Dax, what’s our status?”

  Chief Engineer Dax Rouren’s voice came over the intercom. “A few couplers shook loose during the last surge, sir. I’ll have the engines back in minutes.”

  Lyssandra smiled, excitement bubbling past composure. “We made contact! This means—”

  The Solomon shuddered violently.

  The deck screamed with metal strain as the crew were thrown to the floor. Lights flickered red. The alarms flared again, sharper, desperate.

  “What the hell—?!” Soren grabbed a console to stay upright. “Report!”

  “The escorts—!” a voice shouted. “They’re firing on us!”

  The bridge erupted in chaos.

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  “Explosion on Deck Sixteen!”

  “Atmosphere venting—multiple sections!”

  “Core generator hit—shields failing!”

  “Boarders detected!” the comms officer yelled. “Hostile parties breaching the hull!”

  Captain Maeric’s command voice cut through the panic like steel.

  “Return fire with anything that still works! Seal every breach! Sergeant Corin — contain those boarders!”

  Corin Dhal’s jaw tightened. His hand brushed the back of his neck again — a faint, habitual motion — then he snapped a salute. “Aye, sir.” His tone was steady, almost too controlled. He turned sharply, rallying his security teams.

  Throughout the corridors, the ship erupted into battle.

  Security units deployed, laser rifles snapping with brilliant light.

  Smoke filled the passageways; sparks showered from ruptured conduits. Officers fought shoulder to shoulder, some wielding sidearms, others blades — anything to keep the enemy from advancing.

  On the bridge, Maeric pivoted to Engineering.

  “Dax, channel all auxiliary power to shields! Everything she’s got!”

  Dax’s hands blurred across the console. “Aye, Captain — rerouting now. Circuits are hot — systems we’ve never touched are activating!”

  Sparks cascaded from the panels as long-silent subsystems roared to life. Steam hissed from vents; the Solomon shook like a waking beast. Beneath the crew’s feet, her buried power stirred — the heartbeat of an ancient war machine remembering its purpose.

  Corin charged through the mid-deck corridors, shouting orders through the smoke.

  “Push them back! Keep formation!”

  His movements were precise, almost mechanical — efficient beyond panic.

  Kael, defending Lyssandra near the command lift, noticed that precision but said nothing, focusing on the fight ahead.

  Explosions rocked the deck again. Laser bursts tore through haze and shadow.

  The Solomon groaned under strain, her shields flickering — then flaring bright as new energy flooded them.

  On the bridge, someone cried, “Shield integrity rising — full restoration!”

  Dax blinked at the readouts. “I’ll be damned… she’s drawing power from auxiliary cores I didn’t even know existed.”

  Maeric allowed himself a thin, proud smile. “The Forge remembers, after all. Target those hostile fighters. Keep the engines alive.”

  But the real battle was inside.

  In the corridors, smoke and gunfire blurred together. Crew members ducked behind consoles and bulkheads as boarding parties pressed forward, their movements cold and deliberate. The Solomon’s defenders fought fiercely, but the attackers were relentless — precise, almost inhuman.

  Sergeant Corin led from the front. “Hold the line! Don’t let them reach the bridge!”

  He fired down a corridor, dropping a boarder cleanly.

  Moments later, a voice crackled through comms: “Bridge security — hostiles approaching your sector!”

  Soren turned sharply. “Seal the doors!”

  Reinforced panels slid shut with a heavy hiss.

  Maeric drew his sidearm, movements smooth and unshaken. “Then we stand here. Protect Her Highness with your lives.”

  Kael moved beside Lyssandra, rifle steady. “With pleasure, sir.”

  Lyssandra’s fingers flew over the comm controls, voice rising above the din.

  “Doctor Ilya, can you reach the Gate Ships?”

  Her voice came through, calm despite the chaos. “Yes — barely. What should I send?”

  “Transmit: Allies need assistance.”

  The message pulsed out into the void.

  Seconds stretched. The bridge filled with only the low hum of failing systems and the distant echo of fighting.

  Then — faintly, deep within the static — something answered.

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