“Commander, that’ll bleed our power core in minutes,” Rohan warned.
Across every screen in the command center, words appeared in soft, blue-green letters: mts-ncomms
Rohan humored her. He pulled up the deep-layer handshake protocols—the silent conversation Mits held with itself across entangled particle arrays. What he found made the coffee in his hand go cold. “Commander, that’ll bleed our power core in minutes,”