Kilews <Real>

Voss’s face went pale, then hard. “You weren't supposed to see those.”

She picked up her sonic spanner, not as a mechanic, but as a thief. And she went to open every single cage. kilews

Kilews sat in the dark of the engine room, surrounded by the ghosts trapped in silver cages. She could fix a coolant leak. She could patch a hull breach. But she had no idea how to repair a broken soul. Voss’s face went pale, then hard

She wiped her hands on her coveralls. “The drive can’t handle a gravity well that deep. We need a new—” Kilews sat in the dark of the engine

The trouble started three jumps later.

She should have ignored it. She was a mechanic, not security. But curiosity was her real addiction, stronger than any stim-coffee. She palmed the lock.