Nita ( Ss ) Avi (NEWEST ✔)

Most scavengers avoided the Reach, fearing the "ghost storms" that swallowed ships whole, but Nita had a debt to pay. The Syndicate didn't care about ghosts; they cared about the rare-earth magnets rumored to be buried in the wreckage of the orbital stations.

Nita gripped the flight sticks. Ahead, the shattered remains of a station loomed like a skeletal finger pointing toward the void. "Just one pass, Pip. If we find the core, we’re clear of the Syndicate for good." Nita ( SS ) avi

"Approaching the debris field," her AI, a dry-voiced unit named Pip, crackled over the comms. "I suggest we don't linger. The magnetic flux is spiking." Most scavengers avoided the Reach, fearing the "ghost

"Steady, girl," she whispered, patting the console. The Avi responded with a low-frequency vibration that rattled Nita’s teeth. On the scanner, a faint pulse flickered. It was a signal from the Old World, a remnant of a civilization that had mastered the stars before the Great Dimming. Ahead, the shattered remains of a station loomed

The Avi groaned under the weight of an unseen passenger, and Nita realized with a jolt of adrenaline that the stories about the Reach weren't just legends. The ghosts weren't spirits; they were something much older, and they had been waiting for a ride out.

As the Avi dipped into the shadow of the station, the stars vanished. The silence was absolute until a metallic thud echoed through the hull. Something hadn't just hit them—it had latched on. "Nita," Pip’s voice dropped an octave, "We aren't alone."