Carrier P5-7 Fail «A-Z FAST»

“Already did. No match. And… Mira, it’s moving.”

The Rocinante ’s own comms were silent now. Not even static. Just the cold, mathematical proof that P5-7 had stopped speaking to anyone. carrier p5-7 fail

Mira ignored the corpse—she had learned long ago that sentiment was a luxury in hard vacuum—and focused on the pod’s control panel. The screen was cracked but still glowing. Lines of text scrolled upward, too fast to read. She plugged her suit’s data probe into the pod’s auxiliary port, and the text froze. “Already did

The void swallowed sound, but she could feel the vibration of the pod’s data pulse through her suit—a rhythmic thrum that matched the blinking light. She grabbed the pod’s emergency handle and twisted. The hatch resisted, then popped open with a puff of frozen atmosphere. Inside, the woman’s body floated loosely against its restraints, arms outstretched as if reaching for something. Not even static

“I tried. The override is hardware-level. It’s like the station has taken control of our systems remotely.”

“Mira,” Dex’s voice crackled in her helmet. “We have a problem.”