"The gates of 3-465 are open, but we are no longer the ones holding the keys."
The "Announcement" wasn't a message for the fleet; it was a warning for the survivors. Kael dropped his cup, the liquid pooling like ink on the floor. Outside the viewport, the stars of Sector 3-465 began to pulse in a rhythmic, terrifying violet—the exact color of the warning light now screaming on their dashboard. 3 465 РђРЅРѕРЅСЃ
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"Another announcement?" her partner, Kael, asked, leaning over with a lukewarm cup of synth-caf. "The last one from that sector was just a weather update for a gas giant." "The gates of 3-465 are open