Rafian At The Edge 50 〈2027〉

“Military issue,” Rafian whispered. “Silicon-carbide hull. No transponder. No distress call.”

He pried the emergency hatch using a manual spreader. The interior was dark and cold. A single emergency lumen stick glowed weakly in the corner, illuminating a figure strapped into a crash couch. rafian at the edge 50

“The inbound storm will reach the Scar in four hours,” she continued. “If you are planning another dive, I must log a formal objection.” “Military issue,” Rafian whispered