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The comms crackled in my helmet as I crawled through the wreckage of the derelict starship. “Captain, you're losing oxygen. Turn back now,” said the AI, CAL. Like hell I would. The alien hieroglyphs on the walls pulsed blue—same as the distress signal we picked up light-years away. Then I saw it: a human skeleton fused with metallic tendrils. Not just any human. Lieutenant Mara's ID tag dangled from its ribcage. “CAL, scan this. Tell me I'm hallucinating.”