Rafian: At The Edge 50

“Her name is Lieutenant Solene Voss,” Juno said after a moment. “Deserted from the Jovian Defense Fleet three weeks ago. She was part of a black-site research team studying… something called ‘anomalous resonance phenomena.’”

Rafian approached slowly, his hand resting on the old kinetic pistol strapped to his thigh. He tapped the hull with a magnetic hammer. Three short beats. A pause. Two beats back. rafian at the edge 50

By the time he sealed the Edge 50’s airlock, the storm was a white shriek against the hull. He laid the woman on the medical bay cot and watched as Juno’s auto-docs began their quiet work. “Her name is Lieutenant Solene Voss,” Juno said

Rafian smiled, a rare and crooked thing. “Objection logged. Now patch me through to the surface telemetry.” He tapped the hull with a magnetic hammer

But he was still breathing. Out here, that was a kind of victory.