011.01 – Sparks of War The Savasu tore free of the Nairu with a bone-shaking crack. On the forward screens, the system displayed a light

On Rotan’s charts it was paradise. In the swamp fog, perfection feels fragile, ready to ignite at any moment.

The crew lies silent in their quarters, caught in dreams that will not release them. The ship rests unfinished on alien soil, its hull incomplete, its engines cold. And yet, with or without a captain at its helm, the Savasu must rise.

Beneath a silent sky, even sleep becomes a battlefield.

A signal calls them in. What they find may never let them go.