The Amber Wing swallows them in dim maintenance light, all tight corridors and patched panels. The station noise falls away to a low hull hum.
Nahuli eases the door shut and the crew bunches in the cramped bay, shoulder to shoulder around the tool-strewn bench. Everyone is breathing again.
Serafina
That sweep was close. Too close.
The Janitor
Keep your head down. Finish the round. Leave clean.
Lahani
So that spoofed tag was bait. Someone wanted us looking the wrong way.
She flicks a glance toward the datapad, then toward Nahuli, waiting for the engineering read on it.
Zoya
If they can ghost our transponder trail, they can ghost a lot worse.
For a moment, no one talks. The little ship creaks around them, old metal settling like it is listening.
Lahani
We are in. That matters. Now we know the game is bigger than one station.
The crew stays gathered in the warm spill of cabin light, tense but safe for the first time in hours, ready to trade theories and decide what they trust next.
✓ Quest Accepted
Uncover who is masking the dock stack signal
✓ Quest Accepted
Figure out whether the crew can trust the data they recovered