But Mira knew the truth now. The carrier hadn’t failed.

The Rocinante , their battered maintenance corvette, drifted in the black between Callisto and Ganymede. They had been en route to repair a minor transponder glitch on P5-7 when the failure alarm had screamed through the ship’s speakers—a sound like a dying animal. Now the silence was worse.

Mira didn’t blink. She didn’t curse. She simply stared at the string of characters, her breath fogging the inside of her helmet visor. Carrier P5-7 was the primary deep-space relay for the entire Jovian Crescent—a chain of fifteen automated comms stations strung between the asteroid belt and the moons of Jupiter. Without it, there was no real-time contact with Earth. No telemetry from the outer colonies. No distress signals. No orders.

She froze, mid-drift. “What?”

“Approaching the object,” Dex said. “Visual in ten seconds.”

“Mayday?” Dex asked.

Carrier P5-7 Fail -

But Mira knew the truth now. The carrier hadn’t failed.

The Rocinante , their battered maintenance corvette, drifted in the black between Callisto and Ganymede. They had been en route to repair a minor transponder glitch on P5-7 when the failure alarm had screamed through the ship’s speakers—a sound like a dying animal. Now the silence was worse. carrier p5-7 fail

Mira didn’t blink. She didn’t curse. She simply stared at the string of characters, her breath fogging the inside of her helmet visor. Carrier P5-7 was the primary deep-space relay for the entire Jovian Crescent—a chain of fifteen automated comms stations strung between the asteroid belt and the moons of Jupiter. Without it, there was no real-time contact with Earth. No telemetry from the outer colonies. No distress signals. No orders. But Mira knew the truth now

She froze, mid-drift. “What?”

“Approaching the object,” Dex said. “Visual in ten seconds.” They had been en route to repair a

“Mayday?” Dex asked.

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