End of Time Revelation and Exodus

Three weeks after the planet breaks, Ben drifts in black vacuum above a field of spinning wreckage. His stabilizers flicker. Ahead, the Ark Exodus hangs huge and distant, a lit city in the dark.

A scatter of debris slides past, slow as snow. Far off, the ship's hull glows with docking lights, but the gap between them feels endless.

High, rhythmic pings ripple through the void. Murder Drone sensors sweep the debris field, searching.

Ben angles toward a broken service truss drifting between him and the ship. It gives him a moment of cover, and a possible path.

Another scan pulse snaps past the truss, close enough to make his frame jitter. The nearest docking ring on the Ark flashes once, then steadies.

Ben clamps onto the nearest drifting brace and hurls it back with a brutal snap of strength.

The brace blasts away behind them, and Ben rockets forward, spinning past the truss in a clean burst of momentum.

A fresh sensor ping slices the dark where Ben just was, missing by meters as debris tumbles through the scan line.

The thrust works.

The Ark swells fast in view now, docking lights flaring across its hull as Ben crosses the last open stretch.

A maintenance latch sticks out from the outer rim, already close enough to grab.

Ben hits the ship, catches the latch, and slides hard along the hull until the debris field drops behind them.