!!hot!! | Kilews

The one on the top cage looked at her. It tilted its head. And then it spoke.

Kilews sat in the dark of the engine room, surrounded by the ghosts trapped in silver cages. She could fix a coolant leak. She could patch a hull breach. But she had no idea how to repair a broken soul. kilews

That night, while the ship coasted toward the orbital insertion point, she heard it. A soft, rhythmic tap-tap-tap from Cargo Hold 2. Like a finger on glass. Or a beak. The one on the top cage looked at her