There’s a special kind of panic that comes with throwing your ship into an emergency FTL jump without checking literally anything first.

I am currently living in that panic.

Let’s get one thing straight—I do not believe in ghosts.

There’s a very specific kind of terror that comes from knowing something is outside your ship, and you have no idea what it wants.

I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life. Signing onto a bandit crew? Bad. Letting Vess Barlo talk me into this cargo retrieval job? Worse.

They say space is infinite, but I swear the universe is just a small room filled with the same idiots playing musical chairs.

I should have stayed a bandit.

You ever wake up with the sinking feeling that something is deeply wrong? Yeah. That was me this morning.

I’d like to say things are going well. That’d be a lie, but I’d like to say it.

It’s been exactly forty-two days since I took control of this barely functioning deathtrap and swore I’d never go back to that life.