Ancient Legacies 8
Descent in the Dark The descent into the lower decks of the EAS Starlight’s Wings felt less like boarding a derelict vessel and more like stepping into a tomb meticulously curated by an invisible, chilling intellect. Commander Elara Vance and her team drifted down a long, metallic corridor lined with technical workshops and maintenance lockers. The space was eerily pristine, organized with a rigid, almost military precision that seemed completely untouched by the centuries, save for a dense, glittering layer of frost that blanketed every surface and caught the stray ice crystals suspended in the zero-gravity vacuum. Specialist Miller swept his torch across a rack of meticulously arranged spanners and unclasped datapads floating lazily in the dead air. His voice, strained through his internal suit comms, broke the heavy silence. "Look at this, Commander. It’s too clean. Everything is exactly where it belongs, but it’s unnaturally still." Miller adjusted his grip on his rifle...
