The adventures of the Amber Wing

Science Fiction·Nahuli

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Three Paths to the ReactorEngineering bay and forward control section of the Amber Wing
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Three Paths to the Reactor
Lahani
Lahani
Ranuko
Ranuko

The Amber Wing holds just beyond the derelict's hull, attitude thrusters correcting its slow drift. Lahani keeps the return lane centered while Ranuko studies the new current below the command deck.

Ranuko

Ranuko

That power signature is not part of the old command network. It is drawing from a sealed reactor branch, and the load is climbing.

The exterior service route brightens section by section, revealing armored access panels and dormant equipment bays. Several emitters match the compact weapons already secured aboard the Amber Wing.

Lahani

Lahani

It could be a weapons magazine, a drive-control module, or another trap with better timing. I can keep us aligned with the return lane, but not indefinitely.

Ranuko

Ranuko

The signal is offering a narrow upgrade profile. Power regulation, targeting, maybe navigation hardware. It is also probing for the authority key again.

On the Amber Wing's local display, the derelict maps three possible access points: an armored service hatch, a sensor blister, and a conduit junction leading toward the reactor branch.

Lahani

Lahani

We have enough salvage to justify leaving. If we investigate, we risk another fight for control of our own ship. Your call, Nahuli.

“I follow the return lane away from the warship”

SUCCESS (Legendary Agility, rolled +4)

Three Paths to the Reactor
Lahani
Lahani
Ranuko
Ranuko

The Amber Wing slipped into open dark, salvage secured and her return lane steady beneath Lahani's hands.

Ranuko

Ranuko

Usable parts, intact autonomy, and no fresh holes in the hull. I can call that a victory.

Lahani

Lahani

You can. The derelict can keep its sealed heart and its unanswered signals.

Nahuli

Nahuli

Then we leave it behind. The Wing is ours, and everyone aboard comes home.

Ranuko folded the reactor readings away, and Lahani guided them cleanly beyond the derelict's reach. No command voice followed, only the quiet systems of a ship still free.

The Amber Wing carried its salvage, its scars, and its autonomy into the dark. Behind her, the derelict kept its hidden power and its silent questions, but neither could claim Nahuli or the crew. Ahead lay home, hard-won and wholly theirs.

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