“Then we become part of 1H10’s accretion disk,” Rina said flatly. “Suit up.”
The time dilation stopped.
The other three crew members muttered. Big Jo, the muscle, cracked his knuckles. Lina, the conduit surgeon, checked her neural splices. And old Dok, the mechanic, just spat a glob of black oil onto the deck. ums512 1h10 natv
1H10 NATV.
Kaelen’s fingers flew across the nav computer. “Course plotted. But Captain… the gravity curve isn’t stable. It’s… breathing .” “Then we become part of 1H10’s accretion disk,”