Chapter 2: Ch 2: He has woken up- Part 2
The scavenger ship groaned as it realigned, pulled forward by Nova’s will. He didn’t sit at the helm. He didn’t need to.
Every wire, every interface, every aether-fed circuit on the vessel bent to his command like limbs of his own body.
Ahead, the mothership drifted—half-buried in shadow, half-lit by the pale light of a distant star. Even from here, its condition was undeniable.
It looked like a corpse.
Nova’s jaw tightened.
The looters’ ship docked with a stuttering jolt. Airlocks struggled to seal, groaning under misaligned systems.
He stepped through them without pause, his bare feet echoing against the cold steel. The docking tunnel was barely pressurized. Sharp wind lashed his skin like knives.
But Nova didn’t bleed.
His body, built for war and worse, regulated itself with ease. Muscles adapted. Skin resisted. Aether pulsed through him in steady, patient rhythm. The pressure that would have crushed another man’s lungs only made him breathe deeper.
The hatch opened, and he stepped into silence.
The mothership’s interior was worse than he remembered.