The logbook on the orbiting command ship updated automatically, its final entry stark and indifferent.
What it painted back made his blood run cold.
“…mission parameters are clear…” whispered one. “…Kaelen, you idiot, turn back…” hissed another, in his own voice. “…the probe never crashed…” droned a third, in the flat tone of his former commander. Msbd 008 Featuring
Then, the beacon flickered.
For one glorious second, there was true, absolute silence. The kind that exists between stars. The kind that hurts. The logbook on the orbiting command ship updated
Somewhere, deep in the wound of the world, a voice that used to be a man named Kaelen joined the chorus, whispering to any new listener who drew near: “…the beacon flickered. I shouldn't have fired…”
He advanced, following the beacon on his wrist-comp. The landscape was a frozen ripple of black glass and twisted metal from the original explosion. His boots crunched. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. The only sounds. “…Kaelen, you idiot, turn back…” hissed another, in
“MSBD 008 FEATURING THE ECHO CHAMBER.”