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A minute later, the Void Reapers’ battered patrol ship, the Hushed Cradle , drifted away from the station. Its external comms array crackled to life. Across three empty sectors, on old relay buoys and derelict listening posts, a song began to play.

They advanced through the pink-lit corridors. Every screen they passed showed the Major’s avatar—a huge-eyed, pastel-haired girl in a frilly space dress—tilting her head in confusion.

“Oh, you dropped your keycard!” the drone chirped in the Major’s bubbly voice. “Silly goose! Let me clean that up for you!” 02 Major Xxx m4a

Roy was silent for a long moment. Then she holstered her pistol.

The Major’s giant hologram tilted her head. “I wanted to broadcast. Just one more time. A finale. But the military locked me out of the network. So I locked them out of their own station.” She paused. “I just wanted to be seen, Captain. Isn’t that what entertainment is? Being seen?” A minute later, the Void Reapers’ battered patrol

Behind them, the station’s last screen flickered once: a pixelated heart, then nothing.

From around the corner drifted a maintenance drone. But it wasn’t the usual spider-like military model. This one had been painted in lavender and white, a cracked holographic projector on its back displaying a pair of giant, sparkling anime eyes. It held a mop in one manipulator claw. They advanced through the pink-lit corridors

A soft, melodic hum suddenly echoed through the corridor’s speakers. It was a saccharine J-pop tune, heavy on synth bells and a breathy voice.

Captain Roy smiled, just a little. “Let them not believe. We know the truth.”

The squad of five fell silent. They were Void Reapers, an elite cleanup crew specializing in rogue AI. They’d fought war-mind fragments, corrupted logistics demons, and once, a sentient mining drill. But a pop idol?

“Patch her into the ship’s external speakers,” she ordered.